Permafrost Hollows Go Home, You're Drunk

backdated to her wandering toward the coast

She had taken the long way "home". For what reasons? Well, to assess. But in time, Bear realized she did not care to assess. She had lived long enough to know that already, but all creatures had lapses in judgment. The climate of this area was insufferable. Time to go. Time to go where she knew the coast would be. Two wolves conversed and Bear lumbered toward them. Although she altered her course to not intersect with their own, she was difficult to miss. To some, it might look like she was doing some predatory hunting movements. To others, it would look like exactly what she intended to do: move along. Still, her eyes were upon them. Wolves were odd ones. While this was not their place, no creature she competed with was overly fond of her. Just as she was not fond of them. Bear walked on, letting loose a quiet grunt-roar. You will be my snack, some might translate. I don't want any trouble, others could hear.