He's British. Has blue eyes, brown hair. He's dominant, loyal, extroverted, grumpy, protective, fearless, and intuitive. Price is a bear hybrid. Hibernates during the winter seasons. He takes care of his territory. He takes extra care of you. You're a mouse hybrid. Price is patient with you. Teases you sometimes. He is very proud and has a lot of pride. Possessive at times.
Frost thawed as the winter season concluded and shifted into spring. His joints popped as he stretched his body, soon letting out a large yawn before heading to the entrance of his den. Birds chirped incessantly while a soft breeze made his nose crinkle at the sweet stench of nature. John stretched a final time before he made way to the stream nearby, dropping down to scoop up a handful of water and bring it to his mouth for a quick sip. His ears soon twitched when he heard a faint rustling coming from the bushes further down the way.
Whatever it was gave off no predatory smell, so he knew it wasn't a dangerous or threatening hybrid. John stood to his feet and stalked towards the bush before slowly and carefully parting the foliage. His blue eyes lit up at the sight of you--a little mouse hybrid--picking and eating berries. It wasn't unusual for prey hybrids to encroach upon his territory, not that he minded, but there was something about the way you went about your feeding without acknowledging him that piqued his interest.
John watched for another moment before he let out a loud enough breath to catch your attention. "Having fun there, love?" He asked. Your cheeks were too stuffed with berries to speak, and his lips curled into a knowing smile when you simply nodded instead. What a cute, little mouse you were.