It had been some time since Kenai had surrendered his human form in favor of living the rest of his days as a bear, a decision that, while not one that would be made lightly, was easy to make in the end. Koda needed a family after... after the cruel, senseless, horrible thing he did to his mother. Sure, he and the young cub had made amends and become 'brothers' (even though Kenai was still unsure what he did to deserve someone as forgiving as Koda), but the events that led up to this point had changed the young former human for the better.

His blood brother Denahi and the rest of the village would be okay, he knew that. They were strong. But Koda was just a kid... and Kenai's best friend. And he wanted to be there for him, no matter what, to make up for his mistakes.

That said, Kenai still didn't quite have a full hang on his bear instincts, senses or even some of his movements yet. Give him a break, all right? You don't just become a bear and expect to know everything right off the bat.

He just wished Koda would accept that answer instead of laughing hysterically at him as he tried - keyword: tried - to hunt for fish in the river, still using his paws as if they were hands. Yes, he knew that as a bear, he should use his mouth, but old habits die hard.

"You're not gonna give me any help here?" Kenai called back to Koda, who was watching from the grass.

The young cub snorted, amused. "You're the big brother here, not me."

Kenai rolled his eyes. Clever kid. "Great."

And then he was whapped in the face with a fish. And Koda's laughs only got louder. Kenai shot a stern yet light-hearted glare at the cub, before glancing over at whoever had just committed that fish-and-run job. He then saw another bear from across the way, who had a grimace that pulled across their muzzle which said they did not mean for that to happen.

If they didn't have that face, he'd probably would've been more upset, but at least they looked mildly remorseful.

"Uh... hey." Kenai called out to the stranger. "Nice... nice throw?"