Sleep only brought Fighter two things. Trauma or a blank void. He often wished for the latter so he could feel rested but those were far out of his reach. The first day after Fighter's arrival was quiet. He was isolated from the group. He didn't mind it at first, but after a while boredom caught up with him. He walked into the living room tired but willing to anything. He noticed the red bear relaxing on the floor in the living room. As well as Evil sitting on the couch with Gimp beside him. Nerd and Vanity where playing a chess a game, while Gay was in the kitchen.

"Tanked." Fighter said. Tanked smiled jovially. He noticed Tank's eyes slowly move apart from each other. He placed his finger in front of his face and moved back and forth. He didn't follow. He sighed annoyed. Ok. that option out.His gaze went to Evil relaxing on the couch. They both made eye contact. Evil threw the TV remote as his head and ran away while snickering. He growled.

"C-could anyone help me with finding my way around the exhibit?" Four bears were present in the living room, but none of them answered. "Anyone!" A loud cough came from Gimp, he held his head exhausted on the couch.

"You do it!" said Vanity as he looked at the chess board intently.

"No, you!" Nerd replied.

"I'm not risking my fabulous hide to direct this savage" Gay replied.

"Never mind then." Fighter sighed and walked back to his room on the way he meet Prozac. He smiled at fighter as he gave a bit of information. "Today you should be able to explore freely." Apparently on Monday's the Zoo would close early giving them free rein due to staff leaving as well.

This would give Fighter an excuse to explore, specifically the Forest. Despite the environment that he was trying to grow accustomed to. Something in the back of his mind kept pushing him to explore his surroundings further. Maybe it was his natural animal instinct calling him back to the woods? No, considering his unbearlike mannerisms and behavior due to exposure to humans that was but a seldom thought.

What drew the bear into the natural environment was rather simple. Even though the woods had it's moments of chaos between the occasional feral animals hunting for prey, gathering food and finding shelter from the predators that roam the area. There was a serene calm that the bear yearned for. This calm this, sense of self or certainty was something infrequent in his current home and past homes.

So he would make the trek over the railings of his exhibit, past the abandoned cafe, trucks, vendors in the zoo and walk up a grassy knoll to find his favorite spot in the forest. A place where he was surrounded by vegetation, trees, grass even small flowers . These small flowers he found broke the mold due to their colours. The green that usually surrounded him had bits of violet to them as well. Here say down and rested on a new by rock and relaxed to the sounds in forest around him. But yet again something still bothered him.

"I guess old habits are harder to break." He got up and found a large oak tree. It was sturdy enough and it towered over him in size. This was the perfect tree he could use to help him ease the anxious feeling he had inside him. He stood firmly in front of the tree and readied a fighting stance.

He threw a couple light jabs into the tree each making small thuds as alternated his timing and rhythm to his punches. One…. Two….. Three. Again. He would even add kicks to his routine despite how stubby his legs were. With each strike made he felt at ease. He then ended the session with powerful spinning kick. The strike echoed throughout the woods as he sat down.

He finally felt calm he felt his eyes grow heavy as he slumped down. However what broke him out his rest was an abrupt snapping sound very close to him. It was the sound of a branch being stepped on followed by a brief sound a footsteps. He walked to the where he heard the sound originated from and found nothing.

He sniffed around the area and smelt something familiar to him. Something that only could be found in his new home. The fish head soup scent was faintly there in the area. It seemed that a bear tried to get closer to him. He walked back to the zoo, next time he would be more cautious.

Next week Monday Fighter hopped over the rails of the bear exhibit. He could hear the footsteps of his stalker ever so slightly behind him. He stopped walking to address them. "Keep following me, you'll regret it." He turned to his stalker, it was Lech. He put his hands up sighed.

"Alright, alright you got me." He looked at Fighter and gave a cocky smirk. "I just wanted to invite you to the rainforest cafe for a drink." Fighter looked at him dubiously. "For?" "I just wanted to show some friendly praise for that kick ass fight we had, no hard feelings right?" He looked at him and narrowed his brow. "No"

"Oh come on, you got nothing better do?"

"The answer is still no" He turned to walk back to the forest.

"Why do you have to be an ass about this?!" He stopped and turned to him.

"None of you have even bothered to talk to me since-"

"Can you blame us!' Lech interrupted. 'You beat up three of us and almost killed me!"

"Which is why I'm skeptical about you wanting to buy me something, what you gonna poison it?" Fighter folded his arms. Lech sighed in response.

"Look man, think what you want, but that attitude won't let any of us open up to you." He walked past Fighter and waved his hands. "I'm goin' to the cafe to get some scotch. Have fun in the woods." He waited till he almost our of ear shot and sighed. "Oh, what the hell." He slowly followed Lech to the cafe.

The two arrived at the cafe with many of the animals already inside. Much to one of the bear's added anxiety. The place itself had three of tables for patrons to sit each with a group monkeys in them. The bartender table top had four stools adjacent to the table each of them were metallic except for the last one, which was wooden. It was a mad house to say the least.

Monkeys where jumping on the tables and swinging from the chandler above them as they walked to the bartender. Amongst the madness the two happen notice one scruffy monkey conversing with a smaller one, it didn't look happy with the advances it was making toward it. The bartender was visibly upset at this monkey but made little no effort to try stop them. The bartender was a baboon the only distinguishing quality he had was the yellow fur he had on the ends of his face and a red nose. The two sat down on the nearest seats toward the barkeep.

"Hey barkeep, one scotch on the rocks!" The bartender went behind the counter, poured him a glass and slides it across the table to him. The bartender looked at the other bear.

"And you?" Fighter remained silent and looked at him.

"Give me some milk."

Lech scoffed at his choice. "Really, Milk?"

Fighter growled. It was clear that his non-alcoholic beverage wasn't going help him through today. "Fine. Give me a White Russian." The bartender grabbed the ingredients, mixed together in a silver container and poured the contents in the glass. The bartender smiled and slid the drink to him.

"Thanks." he reached for the drink when a scruffy monkey grabbed his glass.

"Hey moron the stuff your serve is weak!" He threw the glass at the barkeep he dodged it by moving his head slightly. "Give me some bourbon!" The bartender reluctantly poured him his drink and slid the glass to the rude monkey.

"Alright, that's the ticket-" A cracking sound was heard from the table as Fighter slammed his head into the table smashing the drink. Leaving bits of glass around the scruffy monkey's face. He held up the monkey by the head then turned it to meet his.

"You'll live." He tossed the monkey aside and he landed on his back. He cracked his neck and regained his composure.

"Sorry about that Mr-"

"Bartholomew. You my friend, can call me Bart" The bartender smiled showing his teeth non-threateningly of course. Lech interrupted as he took a sip of his drink.

"Damn dude. That was cold."

"The only cold thing I need right now is a drink. Bart, could you get me another?"

The bartender grabbed the same ingredients again and poured out the drink. "No problem, friend. That guy was nothing but trouble. Not mention he couldn't keep his hands of my daughter."

He assumed he was talking about the small monkey walking behind the counter now. She smiled at both of them and Lech whistled in approval. "That's your daughter!" Lech liked what he saw. Clearly his standards weren't very high. But the Monkey girl smiled at his approval.

The bartender angrily sneered at Lech he wasn't having it. "You go near her and I break your arm." Bartholomew Growled and leered at him. Lech reeled back in terror. Fighter responded.

"Don't worry I got the ladies man in check." He chuckled as he took a sip of his drink.

"It's not him I'm worried about my daughter is to shy to tell guys like him to stop." "Well there's always the direct approach if she's to shy to talk."

"What?" He took another sip of his drink and answered.

"A swift kick to jewels should do it." Lech held his crotch and Bartholomew laughed whole heartily.

"Damn right, friend! What's your name anyways?"

"I'm Lech the Alpha of my pack, this is my beta Fighter." Lech blurted out.

"Odd, but I won't judge." He cleaned the shards of glass off the table.

"Wait, what?" Lech was confused. "Ah I think you just called me your...mate?" Fighter raised his eyebrow slid away from him in his chair.

"Wait, n-n- no! That not how it works!" He tried to explain the mistake but it fell on deaf ears. He ignored the odd looks from the three and went on.

"He earned his namesake. I'll tell you that." Lech chuckled remembering their first encounter. That reminded him. "Hey Fighter, could you give me some tips. One man to another?" He drank the entire glass of his Russian. He looked at him and back to the glass. "Watch your opponent and use concise movement to win."

Lech Smiled smugly. "Great. Now that I now your secret, next time I'm kicking your ass!"

Fighter remained silent and took a sip of his drink.

Lech sighed. "Come on man, that was a joke laugh a little."

Fighter shrugged and looked back at his drink. Lech rubbed his chin for a moment, then smiled.

"Alright then, how about a couple of my favourite jokes."

Fighter looked at Lech and raised an eyebrow. "sure?"

"How is a girlfriend like a laxative?" He nudged Fighter's shoulder.

"They both irritate the shit out of you." Fighter held back a small grin, but Lech noticed and kept going.

"What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a light-bulb? You can unscrew a light-bulb." Lech chuckled while Fighter held his hands over his mouth.

"Alright my turn then." Fighter said.

"Go right ahead man. Can't be dirtier mine" Lech drank his scotch.

Fighter scratched the back of his thinking about a good joke then it hit him. Something an old friend told him once that he was defiantly too young to understand at the time.

"Why do vegetarians give good head? They're used to eating nuts." Lech spat out his drink which landed on Bart. Lech smiled at the rightfully angry Baboon as he wiped his face.

"Hey Blue!" Lech leaned back on his stool in fear. Bartholomew looked at him his face showed no emotion at first. Then it cracked into a smiled as he told a joke.

"What do a woman and a bar have in common? They're always on the lookout for a tight seal." All three of the men burst out in laughter. Lech banging the table with his fist. Bartholomew holding Fighter in his arms. And Fighter reluctantly allowing him to do so but laughing just as hard while pats Lech on the back lightly. However throughout the merrymaking things grew quiet.

Fighter started to realize something was off. The room had gotten to quiet from before. He turned his head slightly and noticed some patrons had left only five monkeys remained and they were all quiet. Two of them were at the entrance and three were further down the bar. Lech was about to ask another question but he interrupted him to tell Bartholomew something.

"Bart move under the counter with your daughter." Bartholomew was about ask why he should but he continued. "Things are about to get...Unpleasant." A smirk crept on his lips briefly. The scruffy one had returned with friends and it was about get violent judging by the knife one of them was holding. They closed in on the two bears as the baboon grabbed his daughter. Three on the left and two near the exit. He got up from the stool and faced the three. Lech got up as well and faced toward the two blocking the exit. Fighter scoffed. "Surprised you aren't under the counter right now?" "Please and miss this action?" He smiled.

Fighter readied his stance as the three came closer. His hands were open and his legs were slightly apart. "Besides, you've been a better drinking buddy than Tanked." He placed his hands to his sides like he was cowboy.

"Keep your eyes on them and don't get hurt, alpha." He smiled. They stood back to back. "Same to you." Lech gave a prideful grin.

The monkey with a knife lunged forward. Fighter evaded the stab. He grasped his arm and twisted it. The monkey yelped in pain as he dropped the knife and Fighter kicked the knife under the table. He then clutched the monkey's head, pounded it with his fist and threw him over the counter and into a trash can.

The other two were frightened, but still willing to fight. "Come on! Haven't got a good fight in weeks." His voice was guttural. As rough as sand paper. The monkeys narrowed their brows and charged. Remember no one has die. He had to remember that.

He weaved his head under the constant blows from the monkeys. The first threw quick jabs.

The other threw heavy blows. He'd fluttered between the heavy punches while deflecting the jabs from the other. Each advance from his opponents made him move backward to the table. The monkeys looked at each other then charged at the bear from opposite sides. He sighed. This never works. Fighter leaped forward avoiding both of them while they collided with each other. He landed crouched with his back facing them as he slowly began to rise up. The first monkey fell and held his head while other continued to charge forward.

He lept forward to deliver a swift kick. Fighter notices this from the just corner of his eye. He ducked under the kick and retaliated with a rising elbow to the chin. Knocking out the poor monkey out the window with a loud crash. Fighter heard a loud thump from his comrade's direction so he let his gaze wander to Lech. To his surprise he held his own.

The scruffy monkey tried to hit him with a hay-maker but lech blocked the blow and gave the sorry sap an uppercut to the jaw. He landed near the wooden stool, He was dazed. The other monkey saw this and decide to jump on the table to reach the chandler. He swung from the fixture and leaped at him. Lech remained unfazed. He chuckled. He let the monkey fall on him only to have his foot placed firmly under his stomach and launched him using their momentum and launching them into the unbroken window.

Fighter nodded his head in approval. The first monkey groaned and groggily stood. He noticed a shinny object to below the table. The groan alerted Fighter. As both their eyes locked. The monkey gaze shifted to him and toward the knife. Fighter's did this as well. He looked at monkey and shook his head disapprovingly. The monkey did not get the message and reached for the knife. His attempts were futile.

The bear grabbed him by back of his the neck and threw him into bar counter knocking away the stools. The monkey slowly brought himself back up to face his attacker. He could barely stand up. But he lazily threw a punch at Fighter. He easily avoided it, spun, and hit him directly in the face with the back of his fist. The monkey lurched forward toward Lech's direction and was about to fall over, but Lech held his arm out and clothslined him as he fell backward on the ground.

"Oh yeah, that felt good."

Lech pumped his fist. They both heard a scream from behind the counter. It was Bartholomew's daughter the monkey thrown over the counter was about attack. Lech looked over the counter and saw a 40 ounce bottle of scotch and threw it. Fighter ducked his head. The monkey looked up only to get a bottle smashed in his face, he was out cold.

"Damn, what waste of scotch." Lech said. Fighter looked behind him to see the scruffy monkey with a wooden chair ready to hit him.

"Move!" He pushed Lech out of the way he landed on a table.

A loud Crack was heard from inside the bar. The scruffy monkey held what was left of the chair.

"That's what you get fo-" He then looked at his victim only to stop mid sentence. The bear hadn't even flinched the chair had no effect.

"The hell are you made of?!"

Fighter decked him straight in the jaw and he fell unconscious. Lech shuddered. Fighter stretched his neck, a slight cracking sound was heard.

"Probably feel that tomorrow." Bartholomew and his daughter rose from under the counter.

"You two alright?" Fighter said as he scratched his head. "Sorry about the mess."

Bartholomew smiled whole heartily "No worries friend, just need to clean up a bit."

After all the humans that owner of the cafe probably would notice the broken stool and windows.

"I'll help clean. It was my fault anyway." He walked over the unconscious monkey to get a broom. Lech shrugged and followed suit. The baboon Looked at him and smiled. "Your alright, Blue." He then narrowed his brow. "You still stay away from my daughter." Lech sighed. Fighter noticed a small bottle of brandy behind the counter, his eyes wondered to Bart and Lech, he took the bottle.

The two left the bar satisfied at what they accomplished and they crawled into the bear exhibit. Lech couldn't keep his excitement hidden.

"We were unstoppable, Still though how the hell did you not flinch from that bar stool?"

"I've been hit with worse." His tone got bitter but Lech didn't notice and continued as they walked toward the cave. "You've got a good sense of humour."

"not really that joke was one my friend's favourite jokes." He clutched the brandy in his hands. His hands were shaking. Lech noticed the bottle he had. "Sweet! What's this?"He swiped the bottle from his hands."I ...need that to sleep." Lech narrowed his brow. "Look, I drink for fun. But I know that this," He pointed to the bottle. "Won't help you sleep, it's the exact opposite."

"Why do you care?" Fighter faced turned into a scowl.

"Because I know that this will keep you up at night. I got into a drinking contest with Tanked once...there was beer and vomit everywhere. Tried going to sleep and I failed, it kept me up all night"

"So what? You drank a large amount and couldn't sleep. I'll limit myself." He reached for the bottle. Lech sighed. This shit is addictive, just asked Tanked. Try to find a way to tire yourself out or something," He playfully punched fighter in the shoulder. 'you also saved my butt back there."

"Saved from what?" A grey bear was waiting at the entrance. Whenever Fighter saw this bear something just felt familiar to him he couldn't distinguish were this feeling came from however. Lech hid the bottle behind his back. Fighter quickly tried to cover Lech.

"A Wolf attacked in the Forest. I fought em off." He folded his arms and looked at Evil. Lech took a few seconds to realized his blatant lie and affirmed it. Evil was skeptical he looked at the two and raised his eyebrow. "The woods huh?" He looked at fighter and saw something on his fur.

"What's this then?"

He pulled out a piece of wood from his fur. "Ittttttt's from the trees! Some bark must of got on his fur." He smiled contently with his lie. "Not buying it, Your breath smells like scotch, idiot." Evil held his nose. And reached behind Lech and grabbed the bottle. Lech went wide eyed in shock.

Evil held the bottle of brandy in front of them and inspected it. "This means you two were at the bar, do I have to get Prozac into this?" He smiled. "What do you want from us?" Lech interrupted knowing exactly were this was going. Evil grin grew larger after he said that.

"I have plans to help with our food situation and now that I have volunteers to help me."