"So, you became a bear using a cloak?" The crone reached up and playfully tapped his ear before snuggling into his back. He was a rather warm creature. "And, you really shouldn't be so reserved. Let your animal instincts guide you a little more. You miss out when you're overly polite."
She continued to rub at his shoulders and neck as she watched the world slip by, what there was of it to see on the back of a polar bear at the City docks.
"Okay. I should go." She sat up, giving him a pat to the shoulder. "I can't sit in the water this long without pruning."