Bearclaw Valley The Chunk 2

Oh this bear was a big one. Large and toothy and hungry. She could see it there in the piggy gaze of it's eyes. IT was hungry and probably mean. Her fur rose along her spine in sharp ridges and her small bark turned into a ferocious growl. She hoped to channel some of her father's rage at losing his love, her mother's rage at her. Perhaps just perhaps this would help her.

She set her paws and readied herself for attack. Her growl growing and then her bark loud and louder still.