Hoshor Plains My dearest love I'm not done yet.

The wolf was chased off, the bear went about her business, and Tomahawk saw no reason to involve herself in their scuffle (what little there had been). And yet... Tomahawk knew from her days as a loner that bears often meant scraps. When they killed, they killed big. The Dotharan kept her well-fed, of course, but Tomahawk's scavenging genes didn't simply disappear because she had been raised by wolves. And so, she followed at a safe distance, allowing the bear plenty of breathing room. Hopefully, the large beast would lead her to food which she could steal once the bear had eaten her fill.