Barrow Fields beyond the reach of human rage

Maia had yet to learn that her situation wasn't the norm in these parts.  Most kids didn't grow up with two loving parents, surrounded by family and siblings in a pack that was rock solid as the boulders scattered about its territory.  She didn't know inconsistency or what it was like to feel unwanted, and it showed, deeply.

That's terrifying! She shuddered, remembering.  I saw a bear not too long ago, can't remember where exactly.  Luckily there was another guy there and we scared it off. Nah that wasn't how it went, she'd been about to bolt and he'd stopped her from getting her face eaten.  Nice guy! She wondered where he was now.

I bet it wasn't the same one though. She added, figuring if the one he was talking about had forced an entire pack to move, it had to be worse than the one they met.  Hard to imagine one bigger, though.  Ugh.

What made you go back? She asked instead, both to change the subject and because she was curious. She'd thought one or two times about going back to visit her parents, but never seemed to find the time or make that jump.  It was hard to look back once you left, she was finding.