The polar bear roared and lifted its paw up, the claws glinting menacingly in the cold Arctic sun. I flinched but stood my ground. The bear roared again and brought its heavy paw down with a terrible grace, and then I felt a white hot pain shriek through my jaw. I looked down and was surprised to see blood, bright against the snow, covering my hands and the ground. I turned away from the ferocious bear and limped to the rise where my two awestruck friends, Soleil and Iseult, were waiting. I remember Soleil grabbing me and then the pain became too much, and I went spinning into darkness. I woke up on some sort of lumpy couch. I didn’t want to open my eyes to the sights and sounds outside of my head. But I did. I opened them a crack and was surprised to see about three people standing around me.
“Wolf! I was worried about you . . . Are you all right? My mother pestered.
“Yes, mum, I’m fine. Please . . . Don’t.” There was still a burning throb of pain running the length of the left side of my jawbone. I gingerly put my hand up to and winced. A gooey, oozing substance was stuck to my fingers. I think it was a mixture of blood and ointment.
“Can I go now?” I asked in a hopeful voice. I hated sitting still. A doctor entered the room. She had a kind face, with bright eyes and red lips.
“ . . . Wolf Caprice? That’s right, isn’t it?” I nodded.
“We just need to apply one more cream to your gash, then you can go. I’ll need you to come back . . .” She trailed of into more boring things, which I wasn’t listening to. My eyes were focused on a purple butterfly flittering around the window. It was a pretty butterfly, deep purple wings and specks of scarlet . . . Hold on, a butterfly in freezing temperatures?! Since when was that normal?