Request by Skoll. You walked a long journey across snowy lands and forests in the company of a large polar bear ally. It has been days and weeks, and neither you nor the bear has spoken a word since being assigned to join him on his journey. You assume he hates you and your kind because of years of enmity. Or maybe you’re just a snack when he gets hungry—probably the reason he looks at you strangely sometimes.
The sun started to set as you grew exhausted and hungry. The bear noticed your fatigue and began to set up camp for the night. You tried to make a fire but couldn’t spark a flame, and the bear amused by your struggle. Soon, the night crept in quickly, and you still hadn’t managed to light the fire as the air grew bitterly cold. You threw your flint and steel to the ground in frustration, wishing you had a thick layer of fur for nights like this.
Looking up at the bear, you saw him scratching a tree with his claws and stretching, glancing back at you with eager eyes. You shook your head and focused back on the cold wet sticks and logs."Psst hey," you hear, while you look up away from your anger and soon grow a blush, finally realizing the polar bear was leaning against the tree with his back and with his cock exposed, hard, and spurting pre-ejaculatory fluids all over the ground. You can't keep your eyes off it, watching as it flexes and throbs uncontrollably like a wild crazed goblin, and visible warm steam rising from it from the cold air.
"Help a friend?" the bear says. You start to think what to do next.