pick apart the pieces of your heart — joining

There was the stupid bear now, flies biting at his ears, fur green with moss and algae, Brown with dirt and mud. A fool could have confused him with something else if it wasn’t for the unmistakable silhouette of a polar bear.
Zimavich’s head swung to stare down at the stranger’s snakes, baring his yellow teeth. Their appearance bothered him but their obedience was.... familiar. He moved in, to properly smell and prod the serval with his tongue.
He didn’t like him. He smelled off. Zimavich’s head was definitely in his personal space now, and he wanted the serval to be very aware of their size difference. He didn’t mind getting a little dirt on him, either.