Shadewood Maybe I'll find myself sitting on that distant shore

Once she was sure that her traveling companion was following, she turned and picked her way through the trees until the hill sloped sharply down and the glittering river formed a border in the distance. There, near the bend where two halves of the river met and formed one larger body rushing toward the sea, was the bear. A juvenile male, he had his back turned to the pair of wolves and was noisily scarfing down chunks of meat.

Saliva pooled in the hollow under Always Running's tongue, and she swept it over her lips to try to quell her hunger before it complained audibly. "It's young," she noted, twisting one brown ear in Chases Crows' general direction. She left it up to him to decide if they would partake or not, but the shine of her hazel eyes betrayed what she wanted to do.