x.x I realise that this is a bit choppy, but for all those who have made introduction postys to territories, you'll know what I mean ...

.Ingo.
Black eyes was revealed, eyebrows lifting off of them, as the creature blinked slowly. Apparantly, he was in a kind of white tube, with holes on each end. Awkwardly, he navigated himself into a crouched position -the tube was too small for him to stand on all fours-, peering out of the holes. The creature realised that the white tube was moving, and not of it's own accord. Evidently, he was in a green thing, which made little roaring sounds, dust and dirt clouding up behind it. The creature snorted, ruffling his thick fur. Though he had no idea what was going on, he was determined to stay calm. Wailing away would do no good.

With a srceech, the green thing halted abruptly, sending the lump's rear backward, and bumping him into the opposite end of the white tube. The large lump of mottled brown fur growled and snarled, clawing at the hard, white material surrounding him. A voice shouted something that humans would call a swear word, but what the creature did not understand in the least. In reply, the animal roared back at the voice, for he did reacognise that it was angry. Was the voice challenging him? Such a coward, daring another animal when the latter was locked up. When didn't he set him free, and face him like a boar (ooc// male bear = boar just in case you're unsure. ^^)? He gave another roar, and then, with a snuffling snort, settled back down again. He might as well wait until he was set free.

It seemed so long ago since he had actually run through a forest, though it had really only been a few days. He could feel the rush of the breeze in his pelt, smell the warm, welcome smells of the plants and creatures within the forest. After a good run, he found himself in a place that seemed to be the middle of the forest. There was a group of caves, moss-coated, and absolutely perfect for homes. Then it hit him - this was not claimed land, so why didn't he claim it? It seemed furnished to perfection, but something small held him back. It was too perfect. There had to be something wrong ... Sure, tehre are no bears around, that's what's wrong. he tried to reassure himself that there could be nothing wrong with this place besides a lack of company - he didn't have to try too hard. That seemed the only imperfection around ... Still suspicious, he wandered into a large cave, flopping onto the ground. If someone comes along, I'll tell them this land is mine. he thought firmly, And if nobody comes in a month, I'll leave forever.