Grimaldo lays against a stump, smoking a cigarette while he sharpens his machete—making smooth, round motions with a puck along the edge of the blade. The blade clinks loudly as he stares intently with his bright red eyes. The yellow bear’s taking his sweet time, not paying much attention to the other soldier assigned on the scouting mission alongside him. He grumbles as holds the machete tightly within his paws. It seems like he’d rather be somewhere else entirely.