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

The old gray wolf must have been taken by quite the daydream, for he had not realized the bear was within his proximity until it was nearly too late. The creature could have been watching him for hours, or maybe it was simply lingering along the shore in search of a meal - but whatever it had been doing, it was now charging at him. Forgetting in that instant of his plan to find Fox, Njal did what any beast should do (unless your name is Finley) and ran in the opposite direction from the stampeding bear. Even at his age, Njal was nimble enough to keep out of the slow-moving creature's way; it was powerful and filled with intent, but Njal's desire to remain intact rivaled that. The bear could go on and do as it pleased while Njal - diverted from his course along the bank of the lake - found himself faced with a river he would have to cross if he wanted to live. Easier said than done.