#bearcky

YESS IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS tiger hybrid tiger, tiger² if you will lol

imagine tiger stayed back with the kids of course and they wake up and slowly realized she has a little fur, slight stripes and a tail. PLEASE

oh. my GOD she would be so sad :(

ooo definitely i love that so much now that i think about it!! honestly think being a hybrid would be such an interesting thing for him to go through and reclaim and shed parts of his past in even more ways than in canon, feeling a sense of belonging in the world in a way he felt he couldn’t have before (if that makes any sense at all)

i thought you and @solarsleepless would enjoy this

so they just make sure she's comfy for when she wakes up again :3

ABDVSHSHSS AWWW they’re all like freaked out about it thinking she’s sick until jepp realizes hehehe i love it sm

YESS literally the height of it

Before she even fully woke up, that was first thing she recognized—the strong smells overpowered her nostrils, making it impossible to ignore. Gasoline, and ash, and—blood?

She turns around, huffing out a breath that mists in the frigid air. Her senses weren't lying. He's there, caked in snow, eyes glassy and unseeing.

He never did win.

And now his family will never continue.

Her heart in her throat, she reaches out, closing his eyes for him, apologizing one last time. I'm sorry for everything.

But then—

"BECKY! BECKY!"

It halts her immediately, eyes widening, a relief beyond what she can express flooding through her. Wendy. My sister. She's alive. She's calling for me.

Clambering out of the Beast, she realizes she can see so much better, everything is sharper. She can almost hear the crunch of snow, the smell of air, the people milling about.

But most impertantly, she sees her, wandering, desperate.

She smiles, tells her of her presence, and sees her sister's face light up. She rams into her with enough force to send her stumbling back, and she captures her in her arms, holding her tight, as if to melt into her.

Then Wendy seperates from her, still beaming relievedly, before shock and puzzlement steal her expression away.

"What?" Becky asks, anxiety beating in sync with her heart. No more threats. I'm tired.

But Wendy reaches up, touches her nose, then recoils slightly. Even more confused, Becky repeats, "What?"

Wendy still doesn't reply, bringing a hand up to her ear, and she feels the nerves tingling. Becky grabs Wendy's face, wanting to insist she just tells her already, but blinks at the sight of hair, thicker that it usually is, down her arm, holds her hand out, sees the dark brown pads she knows so intimately, and her heart lodges itself in her throat again.

"I'm... I-I'm..."

"—a hybrid," Wendy finishes for her, eyes wide. "How are you—you're a hybrid!"

"Yeah, I..." An emotion, thick and unexplainable, like relief, like that tight feeling that's been wound over not feeling right, her body not matching her feelings, fills her up, and she feels herself beginning to sob already. But just before she can, a howl splits the air, and her head snaps up—it sounds like it came from nearby, but there's nothing around. Another howl, and she can tell exactly where it came from.

She'll deal with this weird feeling another time.

She grabs Wendy's hand and begins to run.

"Come on!"