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I shall name it "Bearclaw Valley."

She was shaking visibly by the time they stopped, still feeling anxious that perhaps they had not been able to outrun the beast after all. When she realized that Lasher was not with them, a feeling of dread crept over her, turning her blood to ice. He returned, though, and Fox felt a smidge of relaxation come to her. Still, she glanced in the direction they had come from, tongue lolling from the side of her mouth. She did not fancy going back that way to go home. They would have to find another route.

A part of her wondered if they should just head back now and return to the quiet comfort of the plateau. But she refused to turn around just because they had been chased off by a single bear. There were plenty of other things out here that were wild and scary (the wolves included), and Fox had been involved in much worse encounters. "I just want to get as far away from here as possible right now," she admitted, touching both Peregrine and Lasher on their shoulders before beckoning them to continue toward the mountain. They could always change direction if they felt so inclined.