Blackfoot Forest while you eggheads is on the wall preparing answers

@Mulberry

val wandered today, for no reason other than he felt the pressures of the changing season upon him. ursus was small; insular even — the more he stayed within their walls the more he felt encroached upon by them.

his nose still complained, in the way old injuries often do — but the day was young and bright, and it sung in a quiet way that bolstered his thoughts and step.

old tracks left by turkeys in the snow caught Val’s attention. he paused between a spire of wintered trees, breathing deep of the crisp air and melting snow.