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

The lands were open here.

Crows were in the sky. Meat, they foretold.

Bear was hungry. And so she entered the Plains lands. There was a wolf nearby, she could smell them. But this meat would be her meat. So she charged at the silver beast, bellowing her displeasure at his presence, hoping he would simply turn around and go. Sometimes it was that simple. Other times, it was not, and she needed to make use of her long claws and her mighty weight and her yellowed teeth.

She would do it all if she had to. She was that hungry. The grizzly creature showed no sign of stopping. If it ran, she would turn back to find those crows. Find that meat. Her meat.