Heron Lake Plateau There were three ravens sat on a tree

Must have been a sick bear… she muttered, mostly to herself. The Umbra was silent for a moment, looking around to allow the other to do what she must. There was an inkling of regret at having scared the female into urinating on herself, but The Umbra was a trained killer, and her M.O. was to act and ask questions later.

Her gaze drifted over the waters, mostly to keep an eye out for that bear. It would be quite unfortunate to be jumped by a large, ferocious beast and then be shat on. What a fate for a poor, unfortunate soul.

So, what brings you up here?