Ankyra Sound to dixie’s sunny shore

All that sniffing served him well as a fat beetle emerged form hiding, and Jackson took the opportunity to swipe it up into his mouth. More bitter than any spare berries he'd been bumping around for, but a delicacy he was glad to snatch nonetheless. Warily as he chewed, the bug popping between his jaws his sharp eyes warily curved around on top of his skull. Though he swore he could detect a faint sound, there were no sounds to alert him of the primary residents. He was arrogant, thinking he knew wolves well enough--they were all noisy beasts, had he been spotted by now they'd probably have been howling up a storm.

Plain oblivious to what was taking place out of earshot, the bear ample across the raised roots and kept up his mild pace across the woodlands; intending fully to make it to the shore at this rate.