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

Since the coyote minded her own, Bear did not mind it. She could smell the thing, but not see it in the golden plains. As long as it was not a pest, she would let it be. Bear hated pests. Toward the dead meat she went, to eat her fill. No wolves were nearby, but she could smell them here. A wonder she could not see them. Ah. Perhaps they ran off. It would not be the first pack she forced to move.