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

"It was young," she said again, flickering one ear to dislodge a fly that sought to make a perch of it. "It can always find another meal, and didn't have the confidence to hold its ground." At least, that was her interpretation of it. Who could say with bears? Their dopey little eyes hid their innermost thoughts, and their typical behaviours suggested they were slow to think of anything at all. Perhaps they just weren't worth the trouble it would cause a bear to use its head for a few minutes.

"Bet there's a bear on that island you can wrestle with," she joked, digging in more fervently. Once they finished their meal, surely they would explore the island. She was in no rush. They rarely got to sup on elk like this and it was nice to share a semi-fresh meal of proper game with her companion.