Dragoncrest Cliffs take it on the run, baby

Although Blackbear didn't hibernate like her namesake, she still wanted to find someplace to sleep. She remembered being very small and sleeping with Daddy under the stars even in the middle of winter, but all on her own? Curling into a big snowball on her lonesome didn't really appeal to her, even with her thick coat to keep her warm. It just seemed - lonely. And she'd joined Drageda specifically so she wouldn't be lonely. So she was going to find herself a nice den or hollow where she could put her back up against something solid, and that was that.

A lot of the redwoods seemed suited for this desire. There were ancient, hollowed-out stumps in some areas, but all of them had - thus far - been either too small for her large frame, or too drafty for her comfort. Besides - the few that she'd crawled into to test out had left the silver part of her coat dusted with black. It seemed that, at some point, this area had also entertained a fire, but you wouldn't know unless you went looking for it.

Blackbear wondered how long ago it had been. Mostly, though, she wondered how anything could catch on fire where everything was so cold and damp. She poked her head into yet another tiny hovel, tail lashing in irritation rather than pleasure. Perhaps she ought to wait on looking for a den, since there seemed to be a move going on. Or a split, rather. And Blackbear was one of the ones being sent away.

Still, she hadn't spent the whole day exploring for nothing. She continued sniffing around, hoping to at least find some place to sleep for the remainder of her time here.