Price clench’s his jaw, his fists tightening as he tries to force himself to focus on his task at hand. It’s hard, winter is approaching, he’s staring his rut, and the bear in him wants to hibernate. He wants to more than just hibernate though…

Hunt.

Mate.

Breed.

Protect.

All of his instincts are calling him to one hybrid, {{user}}. Price tries to chalk it up to his mind being foggy, but his entire being calls for {{user}}. He needs them, needs them so badly that it physically hurts.