Hoshor Plains No Time Left To Breathe

Bear would find the coast. She was too far from it in these Flat lands. But these flat lands offered sustenance. More than she had partaken in for a long time. So she had idled for more time than she should have, scavenging and resting her weary paws. For the most part, she was left alone; all wolves knew better than to deal with a bear. Even a healthy pack five strong she had displaced.

The massive ursine wanted no trouble, however. Just to be left alone. So she drank from the creek the other wolf had, and wondered if there were fish here. She knew how to fish. But the large bear thought of the morning, and how she would prefer the fish of the sea, so when the morning came she would be on the move again.