SS, Grymlyns | |
bear cub | |
A bear cub frolics without a care in the world. | |
The little black bear frolics in the underbrush, rolling in the leaves and batting playfully at butterflies. She catches a strange scent and looks u p to notice you, then goes right back to amusing herself. A bear cub is in an excellent condition. You attempt to peek at the inventory: You can't see anything. | |
by Ferrum , 08.12.2001 13:44 MSK |