Wild Berry Meadow one pulls into port

In the end, she turned northward once more, circling back to a place she'd passed through without much consideration. The meadow was like any other in the winter, and, distracted, the black bear spent some time digging through the snow. Beneath, there were frozen berries and animal spore — nothing terribly interesting, but something about it pleased her.

Easy straightened up, turning in a slow circle to scan her surroundings. She was not looking in the immediate area, but in the far distance. There, up ahead, stood the beginnings of a deep woodland. Her nose twitched as it she might already begin to take in its scents, but of course, she was too far away.

The black bear began trotting in that direction, on the lookout for anything  of interest on the way.