Bearclaw Valley hareta sōgen

Yay!

Drust slowly rose from his place of rest. His mouth agape as he stretched out into a downward dog and yawned. A faint whistle escaped his jaws before they closed and a large tongue passed over his muzzle capturing the dew drops that rested on his snout from this morning's sprinkle. A light misting of moisture clung to the surface of his coat as though they were blades of grass.

The bear lumbered over towards the shrine knowing his priestess would be there performing her daily rituals. But there was a new activity being performed today, one that made the bear tilt his head to the side. He watched as the priestess methodically clawed at and bit strands of foliage.