Ouroboros Spine out of the night that covers me

The animal was out of its element. It had lived coastal all of its life, but with the absence of males, and her children reaching adulthood, Bear migrated. Another coast, she would find. For some days now she had loitered in this squat mountain, and hated it. The burly beast was not made for this sort of location, and her paws ached from the stone. She was ocean-bound, but it would take her some time to get there.

And so she lumbered on. None had harassed her here, yet. But the place offered her nothing. Time to go. She kept to the shadows, thinking of nothing but leaving. Her frame had lost some weight, leaving her two-hundred pounds lighter than typical from her journey. No ocean fish or seals or anything she desired. Bear scavenged.