"Clean up this bear. It looks so dirty," Cane said before he went to talk with the other warriors and checked a few things.
Even though Cane didn't like the person, who had given the bear, but hearing how ferocious this furball could be in the battlefield when it helped to defend the pack against their enemy and those warriors that had been infused by dark magic, the idea of having another layer of protection for his mate offset his annoyance.
It would be great if the bear could bite off the head of that mysterious man, if he appeared again near his mate, so it would help to reduce his worry significantly.
On the other hand, Ethan scratched his nose. "I think he doesn't really hate you, you should be glad with this news," he mumbled under his breath to the sleeping bear.
