Moonspear Fattening Up.

They were quickly joined by others who seemed to all agree. Bridget looked at them all, a touch confused, though she quickly gathered things weren’t done quite the same way here as what she was used to.

It’ll hibernate through the winter. It won’t bother anyone, and by my guess, we’d be safer letting it be and just being careful around that den. It’ll move on with the spring. She replied, looking around. Then she shrugged.

If you want to risk it, I guess you can chase it off. But I wouldn’t. He’s gotta sleep somewhere, and better that it’s somewhere we know.

She couldn’t stop them from chasing the bear off, but if they wound up in her infirmary because of it, she was absolutely going to give them her opinion about it. She’d always held to a practice of live and let live. As long as it wasn’t taking their kills, and didn’t come near any younger members, she didn’t see the point in engaging.