Great Bear Wilderness Daydreamland of skeptical mind

Maiira had been moving steadily away from the Hinterlands for days, and now she was deep in new territory. Crossing the mountain range had been treacherous, what with the earthquakes and rockslides recently. Even being in forests could be dangerous. She’d been wandering through a few when suddenly a tree would be ripped up from the ground in a matter of seconds. It was as if the gods were angry. At first she had thought they were angry at her specifically, but the damage was everywhere she went, often there before she arrived. The gods, it seemed, were angry at the world.

What could you do when the gods were angry at the entire world? Maiira figured there was nothing you could do, but simply wait til the disaster was over. But how long would that take? Months? Years? It would be a scary world if this anger lasted much longer. No one was safe in such a world. Not that Maiira cared much for her own safety. She often spent so much time in her own head that she forgot to eat, and a creature like that didn’t really care if she died. She was hungry, though, what with Autumn being in full swing now. It was colder, especially at night, and food was much harder to come by. Maiira was used to hunger, though. And used to being alone.

So, when she came across both another wolf and food, she was surprised. This food was taken, however, and Maiira was not stupid enough to put herself between a fully-blooded wolf and its food. She stayed far back, out of harm’s reach, eyeing the eating female curiously. “Greetings, friend,” she said evenly, cautiously, wondering what the wolf would do if it were interrupted while eating. She kept the muscles in her legs taut lest she need to spring away quickly. “This one seems to have found the jackpot, no?”