Deep affection knows no origin; remember the polar bear's love for you.

Chapter 155 Caring for the Little Bear
Guo Mi gave Caesar a long lecture, trying to persuade him that as ordinary friends, they should maintain a proper distance.

She deliberately emphasized the words "ordinary friends," but Caesar couldn't understand her at all, and in the end, all she could get in return was a brief two-word reply:

"not good."

Guo Mi's damp ears were half-dry, but the chill from the evaporating moisture still seeped through them, driving her crazy.

"You and Slok are brothers, probably the closest among adult polar bear brothers. Do you two sleep together like you did last night?"

Caesar's face was solemn, and after a long pause, he uttered two words:

"not good!"

Guo Mi paused, wondering if she would still be unable to answer if they slept close together.
Caesar remained silent for a moment, then finally uttered his answer, aside from the word "no":

"I don't get along with Slok. Who told you we get along well?"

At that moment, those words became the final blow. Guo Mi completely gave up on communicating with him, gave a dry laugh, and glared at him fiercely.

Caesar sat there watching the giant furry paws land on the ground with a "thud," then pushed through the bushes with the bear cub and continued on their way. He silently got up and followed behind as always.

This area is within the radius of the human town, and to ensure their own safety, they really cannot stay here.

But Slok's words weren't entirely without merit; they absolutely needed to return to the snow-capped mountains. However, while the polar bears could wait until the sea froze over and climb onto the ice, Guo Mi hesitated.

Given the extreme cold of the Arctic, the possibility of sea ice cracking in winter is small, but not entirely impossible. Moreover, once on the ice floes, it's as if there's no permafrost layer, and she can no longer dig a hole to hibernate.

In short, for her, going ashore on the sea ice would do more harm than good.

Such obvious pros and cons shouldn't have required any hesitation, but Guo Mi has a new problem: two little bears.

Regardless, seals will always be the polar bear's primary food source, and the cub can't stay on the island forever searching for bird eggs, wild grass, and wild fruits to fill its stomach.

They need to climb onto the ice floes to learn the skills they truly need to survive.

Guo Mi couldn't teach them these skills, but fortunately, there was still summer, and she was willing to teach the two bear cubs those hunting skills.

However, the prerequisite for learning these skills is that they must be able to climb onto the ice floes.

Logically, winter is when the ice is at its strongest, making it a good opportunity to learn, but she just isn't a polar bear.

Brown bears may not need to hibernate when food is plentiful and the climate is warm, but the environment in which Guo Mi lives clearly does not meet this condition.

Day after day, she felt a longing for deep sleep, and only she herself understood the anxiety in her heart.

"Guo Mi, we've caught a fox!"

The salmon ran ahead, followed by the fishbone carrying the fox's carcass in its mouth. They ran out of the bushes one after the other, excitedly showing their spoils to Guo Mi.

The fox wasn't completely dead yet; its body was twitching weakly, and a sliver of clarity remained in its eyes. It stared at Guo Mi, its pupils contracting in terror, and let out a few weak screams, but was quickly choked by the blood and foam seeping from the gash in its throat.

As winter approaches, their gray and white fur is no longer uneven; instead, they have grown thick, heavy, fine, and long white fur, which is now stained with blood.

The salmon slapped the fox with its paw, then looked up at Guo Mi with its little head raised. There was still red blood around her mouth, so it wasn't hard to guess that she was the one who gave the fox the final blow.

In those few short seconds, the fox's last breath escaped, turning it into a cold corpse, its eyes still wide open, though now shrouded in a misty haze.

Guo Mi's heart skipped a beat.

She did feel a slight discomfort at the sight of a creature's death, but as time went by, she became accustomed to hunting, and it had long since become negligible.

However, upon seeing this fox, she thought of natural selection.

Even adult foxes, due to their small size, can eventually perish at the hands of two polar bear cubs.

In this vast natural world, weakness and immaturity mean death.

The same goes for bear cubs. If they can't find enough food, they will be buried in the snow and wind due to hunger. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will die under the claws of their own kind because of their weak bodies.

Guo Mi's heart skipped a beat. There was another rustling sound of grass beside her. The male bear's huge body was exposed outside the grass. It rudely trampled the grass, which had grown to more than a meter high, and leisurely walked out.

A strange glint appeared in the little bear's eyes. Fishbone leaned closer to Guo Mi and whispered:

“He has been following us.”

Guo Mi's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show any expression on her face. She simply asked casually:

"Will he come near you?"

"No."

As always, the little bear never embellished anything, simply stating the facts:
"He kept his distance from us the whole time; he watched us hunt from afar, that fox..."

Fishbone paused slightly at this point, the strangeness in his eyes becoming even more pronounced:
"We couldn't have caught this fox before, but I don't know if it was a coincidence, but he happened to stop it for us, and then the fox ran back."

Guo Mi was completely shocked and turned to look at the salmon.

Although the little guy didn't want to admit it, he still lowered his head and said:

"Yes, he helped us."

Not far away, the male bear, who had been lying on the ground since returning, remained as usual, his eyes slightly closed, his ears twitching imperceptibly. Only after the salmon finished speaking did he open his eyes a crack, a hint of satisfaction showing in the corner of his eye, but he quickly closed them again.

The bear cub began processing its prey, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.

Gomi stopped in front of Caesar:

"Have you been following Little Bear these past two days?"

After facing the wolf pack alone, the little bear began to try to catch some small animals on its own. They were very clever, and when they couldn't catch prey, they would imitate Guo Mi and try to find a way.

They always stayed around Guo Mi and never went far, so Guo Mi usually let them be.

Later, whenever the two bear cubs left alone, Caesar would also leave. At first, Guo Mi didn't think much of it, but now, hearing what the bear cubs said, she suddenly realized that Caesar had probably been following them all along.

Thinking about this, she felt a strange sensation.

Caesar, is he looking after the bear cub for her?!
This kind of thing would be perfectly normal for Slok, but it's truly unbelievable for Caesar.

She asked the question, but the male bear didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lay down on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly taking a nap.

Guo Mi's lips twitched twice, but she waited a while longer. Just as she was about to turn and leave, the male bear opened his eyes and said in an indifferent tone:
"I was just browsing."

Actually, no. Those two little rascals really went to great lengths to catch their prey. First, they dug holes, then they blocked the front and chased the rear, and even filled the holes with soil.

Caesar originally only intended to please Guo Mi, but in the end he found it quite entertaining.

Of course, he would never say these things to Guo Mi.

Guo Mi took a deep breath, looked at his smug face, and resisted the urge to raise her paw, uttering only two words:
"Thank you."

Then turned and left.

Now it was the male bear's turn to be dumbfounded. How could this be different from what he had imagined?!

Hey everyone, I apologize for the error in the previous article. It was incorrect to say that bears do lick their wounds. In all the video footage I found, I didn't see bears licking their wounds; I only saw them traveling with injuries, so I assumed they didn't have this habit.

However, I couldn't be 100% sure, so I contacted the bear keeper at the zoo and got the answer from him.

Bears do lick their wounds when they are injured, so the previous part was slightly modified.

I'm so sorry everyone!