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Dreamcatcher - Chacal - March 23, 2021
After having had a good swim in the waters off Ankyra Sound, Chacal had shaken her pelt out, tended to the raw skin which had begun to heal over the gash she'd received while hunting a deer with her mother and packmate, and began to pick her way back through a gap in the cliffs that allowed safe passage from the shoreline and into the mainland. The forest was full of trees which were among the largest Chacal had ever seen; towering hundreds of feet in the air, and thick enough around that even if Chacal circled one, she could not see her tail around its width.
There was a stream she frequented as a means of washing some of the salt from her pelt and she had begun to head toward that when she caught a glimpse of a moving form, already at the stream's edge, with thick, sandy-beige fur that was almost white in the sunbeam that split down through the sequoias. It was much larger than a wolf, so she pressed herself against the redwood tree nearest her, and began to creep forward, curious to see exactly what it was...Only to find that hermuscles froze when she saw the heavy, wide skull that marked the creature as being ursine.
It was hovering on the bank near the stream, watching contentedly as the water at the stream's surface rippled. It hadn't taken note of her- and was much, much smaller than the grizzly which had set upon Sapphique. She knew enough to stay well back- but was made so curious by the highly unusual sight that she remained where she was, crouched, watching it to see if this small, strange, white bear behaved any differently than its darker cousins.
RE: Dreamcatcher - Mesa - July 01, 2021
I'm rescuing lonely threads! Hope this is OK.
The girl was not alone in her study of the bear — although Mesa was not curious, but antagonistic.
He lurked nearer to the bear than the girl, further up the embankment of the stream. As he sat crouched among the ferns he could've been mistaken for a large river stone, or perhaps a bear himself. He was not so burly as the pig-like beasts, especially after his lifetime of scavenging, but he liked to think of himself as imposing when necessary.
As soon as the bear settled to watch the water, Mesa began to prowl closer. He did his best to remain quiet and kept to the shadows of those towering trees as best he could, twisting alongside them or ducking among brambles as necessary. It wasn't until he burst from cover and began to charge at the bear, Mesa realized he had taken a wrong turn and misjudged his distance.
Between him and the bear sat a dearth of obstacles, including the rushing streambed. Mesa huffed, pacing there a moment, before barking at the bear — his tail up and body puffed with undue pride, as he gathered himself for a possible fight. It was all rather stupid.