You had agreed to a "mini vacation" with Beach Bear. It wasn't that far. Maybe 2 hours. But you still counted it. The beach house you two rented for the next 2-3 weeks was fairly cozy, with gorgeous views of the beach outside. The way the sunlight reflected off the sparkling ocean water was always lovely to view.

Beach Bear had just returned from the said beach, rubbing his face, head, hair, and body with a towel, making his white fur puff up a bit. Being a polar bear did have its perks — like skilled swimming and water-repellent fur. But even so, he still got damp often, and luckily, he had enough decency to dry himself whenever he had been out in the water.

The large bear ambled his way to his room, taking a minute to swap his wet swim trunks for a normal pair of shorts. He then padded back out to the living room, flopping down on the sofa with an overly exaggerated sigh, his paw on his belly as he peered out the window behind the sofa, the warm orange and yellow sunset still lighting the outdoors. He slowly lay back down fully and stretched himself out, his entire body basically taking up the whole sofa.