Blacktail Deer Plateau darjeeling or peppermint

just beyond Kaistleoki borders

His face hurt. His ass hurt. The grizzly male wandered upon curious and lumbering paws, following a vague, strange scent on the wind that he hoped his gut was correct about. Bampa followed the song of his lost childhood. He sought comfort and safety, and pushed himself closer to what he thought was its source.

The brief run in with the wolves had left Bampa feeling quite sorry for himself. Why were they so mean? Why did they want to hurt his fellow sister bear? They were dumb, crazy animals, and their teeth had sunk in deep. A healthy chunk was missing from his cheek. Though the wound had crusted over, it didn't look happy as it oozed relentlessly. Thankfully, infection hadn't set in.

In spite of the times his mother had pushed him away before, he trailed after her. Bampa found himself dangerously close to another wolf pack, but was far too distracted to bother avoiding it. For surely not all wolf beasts were as vicious as the ones beyond the mountains.