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

Chapter 196 The Male Bear and the Cub Sleeping in the Blizzard
His attitude was terrible, and his tone left no room for refusal.

After what happened yesterday, the little bear hesitated for only a moment before crawling out of the hole, standing obediently beside his face, tilting its little head up and asking him:
"what happened?"

The coldness in Caesar's eyes visibly softened, and he turned and left without a word.

The little bear belatedly realized that what he had just said was "go with him," which meant they were going to leave this place.

The little ones were already somewhat reluctant. Not to mention that Caesar was an adult male bear who had no relation to them, even if they trusted him and went with him, wouldn't Guo Mi have to stay here alone?

Besides, she's still fast asleep.

Caesar took two steps but didn't hear the cubs following behind, so he stopped, turned around, and saw the two cubs looking hesitant. He said without any mercy:

"There are no seals here anymore, and no bear would choose another adult bear as its prey at this time."

In the harsh winter, the risk of death from exhaustion increases significantly, and all bears will try their best to avoid injury. This is why the mother bear yesterday, even though she was so hungry that her eyes were turning green, still chose to avoid conflict at the last moment.

Even though there is such a large size difference between male and female bears, they will not provoke the female bear unless there is food to fill their stomachs or cubs to serve as food.

Especially for a bear like Guo Mi, which has a notorious reputation, even if a bear dares to stick its head into the hole where the mother bear hibernates, as long as it recognizes her, the clever bear will "sensibly" pull its head back and pretend nothing happened.

Caesar's eyes were filled with disdain, his words practically saying, "You two little brats are just a burden."

The little bear's ears burned, and he wanted to argue with Caesar, but he clearly realized that Caesar was right. He could only lower his head and hurriedly ask him:
Where are you taking us?

I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but the north wind, which usually howls mournfully, became even more ferocious at this moment. The ice and snow hitting my face blurred my vision, and even Caesar’s dark and majestic figure became indistinct.

He seemed to say something, but the little bear couldn't hear it clearly. In the midst of the wind and snow, it could only vaguely see that the male bear's eyes seemed a little unnatural.

Then I saw him stand up and continue walking in the direction he had been heading.

The salmon and the fishbone exchanged a glance, and after much hesitation, they followed Caesar.

One adult and two children embarked on an unknown journey.

Caesar remained unusually silent, not uttering a single word the entire way. His enormous bear paws crushed the ice and snow, and his powerful body pushed aside the accumulated snow, leaving a wide "path."

Only now did the little bear realize that it wasn't their imagination; the snowstorm had really gotten worse.

The biting wind felt as if it would blow off a layer of their skin; nature always manages to subtly awe all the creatures that sleep soundly in its embrace.

Walking against the wind felt like carrying several kilograms of heavy stones, which was very strenuous. There was a lot of snow on the road, and in some places it was even thick enough to cover their backs.

The little bear had to hop and skip to get going.

The salmon tilted its head and jogged a few steps against the wind. Suddenly, it felt a lightness on its body. Belatedly, it opened its eyes and realized that it had run behind Caesar.

The wind that had just made it impossible for them to move seemed to vanish instantly when it met Caesar.

His tall figure, like a small hill, shielded him from the wind and snow, leaving behind a sense of tranquility.

Following the "path" pioneered by Caesar, another string of bear footprints was left on top of the huge bear footprints.

The salmon's tiny paws landed in the center of the bear's footprints, but when it looked up, it could only see his tall, strong back. At that moment, a strange and wonderful feeling arose in its heart.

To save energy, the little guy secretly followed behind Caesar, unconsciously closing the distance between them.

Caesar remained unmoved, tacitly allowing them to try their tricks, letting them get closer and closer, even occasionally slowing his pace. It would take at least two days to reach a suitable ice floe for hunting, and even longer if they took the wrong turn or went astray.

At first, the little bear looked around curiously, but eventually he completely lost his sense of time, numbly hanging his head and silently following Caesar forward.

They didn't know where they were, how long they had been walking, or where they were going. All they knew was that if they fell behind now, they might never see Guo Mi again in their lives.

Caesar stopped abruptly halfway through his journey.

The salmon slammed into his hind paw with a "bang," and then watched helplessly as Caesar lay down on the spot, curling up into a semi-circle, his thick fur back facing the wind, and closed his eyes.

The two little guys were dumbfounded, unable to believe that the male bear would fall asleep so suddenly, and stood there for a long time.

The fishbone stood in front of Caesar, stretched out its little claws, and gently touched the black paw pads that Caesar had tucked under his belly before quickly retracting them. After doing this several times, it finally resigned itself to its fate and helplessly looked back at the salmon.

The two bear cubs sat quietly for a moment, and finally chose to roll into two fur balls behind Caesar's bottom and sleep at his feet.

The male bear, just like before, slit one eye open, secretly observing the two bear cubs—this seemed to have become his new source of amusement.

Looking at the two fluffy balls exposed to the wind and snow, he closed his eyes again after a second or two.

The raging blizzard intensified, with the biting north wind howling and whipping up a sky full of snowflakes, while the temperature plummeted to its lowest point.

This wasn't Caesar's first time facing the harsh Arctic winter; he was used to it. However, it was impossible to sleep soundly in such weather. The slight movement of the two furry balls at his feet dispelled his last bit of sleepiness.

At first, she was shivering, then she moved little by little towards him, probably trying to use him to block the cold wind.

After a long time, it seemed that one of them suddenly stood up, quietly approached, and stretched out its claws to probe under his belly.

Caesar became curious about what the little brat was up to, so he pretended not to notice.

—Until the little cub fell to the ground, quickly curled up into a ball, and fell asleep under his belly.

But that wasn't the end of it, because another little cub came over, curled up into a small ball, and hid under him just like before.

At this moment, Caesar was completely stunned. He had never imagined that a bear cub would approach him in such a dependent posture, a posture that was just like...

Just like when he was a cub, relying on his mother to protect him from blizzards along with Slok!
Caesar was stiff all over, and it took him an unknown amount of time to wake up as if from a dream. He reached out his paw to push the cub away from under his belly, but stopped when the bear made a soft purring sound.

As is customary in his sleep, the little bear snuggled closer to a warm spot, and now they were completely snuggled together.

The tiny body and the faint warmth emanating from it were things Caesar had never experienced before, which inexplicably reminded him of what Slok had previously called "Papa Bear."

He said that sleeping with the bear cub was a very special experience, like seeing green berries in the bushes in summer and then seeing them again when they were ripe orange.

This strange description made Caesar scoff, and he said to Slok:

"Ripe berries should be eaten, and so should bear cubs!"

Slok looked at him speechlessly and left with these words:
"Caesar, you're so annoying." Then he left.

Caesar now thinks there's probably something wrong with his eyes, otherwise how could he have seen the greenish-orange berries that Slok mentioned?

He shook his head, still unable to decide whether or not to push the teddy bear away.

The male bear remained locked in this stalemate with itself for a long time in the blizzard, until it unknowingly closed its eyes and began to fall asleep.