Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

The brute had been wandering for a long time now and was tired. He'd turned his back on the amber forest and moved back deeper, much deeper, westwards. He should've returned to the Vale when he had the chance but...oh well. He liked exploring despite the impending winter where he would have to hunker down and sleep. Sleep and eat... he was so hungry...he could eat everything, and so he will. The shaded beast found himself in a forest, there were wolves here recently. Oh well, as long as he didn't interrupt his feeding. He snuffled through the undergrowth looking for something with sustainability. Something dead and rotting; flesh. 

He didn't care if they saw him, but he'd seen them. The pair spoke in an indistinguishable tongue; why would a bear bother to learn the tongue of wolves? He raked up a few mushrooms from the base of a tree and chowed down until he, at last, turned his jade gems to stare at the wolves.