Black Morass a little more falls apart

The bear didn't understand the lack of berries. He wanted berries. Berries were supposed to be here. Berries were not here. Where were the berries?!

He huffed in frustration. No meat, no berries, no nothing in this god-forsaken land. He was hungry, and this meant he would need to travel further, and exert more energy to find food. He would eat just about anything, and that should make it easier to for him to find food, but it didn't, at least not in this famine.

A motion caught his attention and his large head swayed to see what it was. Another wolf. His body followed, and he faced the thing fully. She looked just as scared as the last, and would probably run just like her, too. They always ran. He debated on chasing her, but figured it would be a waste of energy that he could not afford. 

He chuffed at her words. What was good about it? Food would be good about it. But, there was no food. Good for you maybe, he said, his grumpiness apparent in his voice.