Blackfeather Woods cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war

It'd begun to snow, fat flakes drifitng down as the woman paced the borders, great head held low, swinging from side to side as she took in the scents. Blood and piss was thick in the air, decay and dark. It was enough to keep the woman from simply passing on as she had time and time again, but continue her probing search. It was when she found the spine that she stopped, turned to stare into the depths of the wood. The bear huffed, breath twin clouds of smoke that dissapated in the cold, Oira pleased with what she'd found. This place reeked of piss and decay, yes, but also of power; this much death was a result only of strength.

The beast howled, deep and low, calling to her the leaders of this place, shifting her massive frame into a sitting position, the spine dropped before her. It would make a nice chew thing, perhaps.

@Vaati please!