Clank.

Rumble.
Screeeeech.

Clunk.

The sounds of metal scraping along the frozen ground isn't a pleasant one. It's loud. And obnoxious. And probably way too late for this kind of noisy bullshit to be taking place.

Every trashcan in the nearest five mile radius had probably been turned upside down and inside out, its nasty, smelly gut-contents dragged out and skinned for the world to see. Wrappers of every sort tumbled down the streets and littered the sidewalks. Aluminum and plastic cans clanked and rattled along the frosty ice covered pathways; a homeless collector's dream. Most of the trash got stuck in tiny snowbanks, frosting over quickly once exposed to the chilly weather. It was a clumsy, disgusting trail. Careless. Messy.


Minn didn't care. You learned not to be so picky when you had no money for food and a stomach that never seemed to be full enough. Her giant claws scrapped along the asphalt lazily, head low and large, wet nose snuffing loudly with every step.

Snort.
Grunt.
Huff.
Lick.

The grizzly bear's body was massive. Drool clung to the corners of her muzzle, the brown scruff shaggy and jello-like in the way it jiggled with every lumbering step the beast took. A gum wrapper was stuck to a piece of fur. Crumbs littered her coat, accented by smears of... possibly ketchup. Maybe some old, watered down coke. Torn pieces of napkins swirled by her massive paws like her own trail of personal snowflakes, but the animal didn't seem to care, or even notice. Her nose just continued twitching and snuffling along, slowly making her way through back alleys and block corners. Trash can to trash can - dumpster to dumpster. If she was lucky she'd find a basket of unfinished french fries. A stale doughnut. A small piece of pizza crust. The latest dumpster had had a leaky half carton of expired apple juice - fuckin' jackpot.

But she was still hungry. With a tired, exasperated grunt Minn slowly made her way around the corner of the alley back near one of the main streets. Mostly it was too cold for people to be out - and those that were walking around in snow were bundled up and weren't looking at anything, least of all her. For being a big ass bear it sure took a lot to get noticed. But that was okay. Less distractions meant more food, or whatever could be compromised in its place.

The sunken, deep brown eyes of the bear looked around slowly. Something... spicy smelling was near by. Thick. Maybe a little sweet? She followed her nose all the way to a huddled girl sitting on the sidewalk, crying, and for a long moment Minn just stared. The fuck' would just sit out in the cold like that? Stupid.

The bear sighed, eyes falling to the small alcoholic bottle made of glass not far from her feet. Oooh...
Her tiny rounded ears perked and Minn took an eager step forward. With loud inhales that could put a vacuum to shame the bear examined the tequila bottle as it rattled around in her presence. Grunt. Snuff. ...Lick. And then finally, chomp. Without much warning the bottle disappeared inside her mouth, clanking loudly against her massive canines before suddenly... it was gone. In one goddamn swallow it had disappeared.

Well shit. That hadn't been much of a meal at all. Somewhat disappointed looking the large bear took a seat on its bum, head lifting to sniff idly at the cold air as one massive paw rose to scratch at her chest. She yawned, a breath of warm air wafting out of her mouth before she turned to look back at the human with a mildly condescending look as it sat there. If she didn't have a reason to cry then she certainly had one now.

She was being judged by a goddamn grizzly bear.