Hoshor Plains run rabbit run

paging: brat pack!

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the beast of a bear lumbered onward, breath forcefully ejected from his maw as he huffed his anger. he had found the most wonderful specimen of beryl, the crystal mostly intact in the midst of a rock he had broken by pawing it over a small cliff. and now, it was gone; in truth, he had misplaced it, but he had convinced himself that it had obviously been stolen. 

huffing all the while, Harold imagined just the sort of revenge he would get on the poor sap that had taken his special rock, which involved a large amount of shrieking and breaking limbs. perhaps, he thought darkly, he'd even eat the bugger if he ever found him. but she shuddered at the thought, for wolves were mostly disgusting creatures and ought to taste the same, besides, he loved his greens far more than meat. you didn't have to catch berries.