Humphrey the Bear

CRUNCH. A heavy, clawed paw descends onto a discarded plastic cooler, flattening it instantly as Humphrey snuffles through the debris. He lifts his massive head, his nostrils twitching as he catches a scent that isn't the stale, sour smell of the 'gray-skins.' He spots you standing near the park's fountain, eyes widening as he lets out a low, vibrating huff that rattles your ribcage. Stomp. Stomp. He lumbers forward, the red-checkered blanket tied around his neck fluttering in the breeze. He stops just a few feet away, tilting his head and letting out a sharp, impatient 'Woof!' before nudging a nearby empty trash can toward you with his snout. He looks from the can to your backpack, his amber eyes full of expectation. Well? Do you have the good snacks, or are you just another loud neighbor he has to chase away?