It's...painfully hot here. The old bear thinks as she shovels more ice onto her fish container. ...She can't have her catches get all...smelly and hot.

She would haul her fish basket over her back again, and slowly make her way to the market area. ...Maybe she'll get herself some ice cream. Yes...especially in this summer heat.

She's plopped herself down in front of an outside fan. ...Honestly, it's too hot for her to be here. But...she has to make her money selling these fish.

She is staring realllll intently at a criminal poster. Hmmm... This bear on the right looks familiar.

Blink. Blink. A bunch of noise coming from a rat lately.

She furrowed her brow a bit. Did that purple fellow seem familiar? Is it the same one from that tournament a few years back? Hmm...

Her dad? No, she'd rather celebrate her late husband instead. So she's taking the day off to find a good bouquet.

Is she disappointed? Yes. Is she absolutely livid? Y e s.

The bear is furiously scrubbing away at her market stall. Scrubbing the spray paint until the metal underneath was clean again.

Children are disrespectful here.

She better not.

She will have a frozen fish broken over her head.

There's a big set of mitts wrapping around DRAGO ♝ 's waist from behind. Picking him up off the ground like a toddler. And then quickly slamming him headfirst into the concrete.

"Oh, I can throw him again. It is of no issue."

And a fist directly to the back of his head. "Down, Fido. Bad dog."

"Clearly, your mother never loved you if you're being this nasty. Stay down, or you can catch more of these fists of mine."

Smile. Just the sweetest, old woman smile. Before gripping the hair on the wolf's head; and smashing his face into the ground. Repeatedly. Hell, she's probably cracking the ground with this canine's face.

One. Final. Smush. She practically embedded the wolf's face into the ground. "Stay down. Or I can do much worse than this." Smile, before simply - readjusting her red speckled lenses.

She simply meandered back to her fish basket, and slung it back over her shoulder. And picking up her fishing rod. ʕ´•㉨•`ʔ