Great Bear Wilderness Where the mountains are less annoying and have a name

Well, this was fun. If my toon was not bordering on actual blood-poisoning at the moment, I would offer another round. :D

In the end the bones lost value, because the little bastard hurt every sore spot on her body. There was not really a side or a way she could turn to defend herself efficiently. And the only comforting fact was that she managed to bruise him as well. When he retreated, she did not waste much time, gave him one look full of hatred, then turned on her heal and left the scene. Let him have morsels from her feast table, let him have them all.