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

Tomahawk had seen the bear often in their lands the past few days, though she did not know what it meant to do with the Dotharan wolves (and their sole slave). Perhaps it did not care to do anything at all. She observed it now from afar, yellow eyes squinting against the sun. For a moment, her breath caught in her throat when she thought the grey wolf might be attacked, but he did what any sane wolf would do, and he ran away from her. Tomahawk breathed a sigh of relief, watching as the great she-bear went about her business.

A nervous, cursory glance around her told Tomahawk that none of her masters were nearby to chase off the offending wolf, but it seemed the bear had taken care of that. Perhaps she wasn't such a terrible beast to have around.