The Heartwood passport, please

Grimm had the distinct sense that she was being followed. More than once, the shadowy Caldera wolf whipped round in hopes of catching her stalker, but to no avail. The only other creature around was the scheming chatterbox above her head, whose wide-mouthed cackling could only mean that avian mischief was afoot - or that the bird was wholly retarded. Grimm watched it bounce and flutter above her head, and in the time she had both eyes pointed skywards.. she was ambushed by a bear.

At least it looked like a bear. Grimm shrieked like a spanked banshee, rearing up and away from the enormous unknown. When she did, she messed up the acorn's intended trajectory, and it hit her square on the nose. The resulting wail of agony forced smaller, less troublesome birds from their hiding place and brought Grimm to her knees forearms, both front paws held over her throbbing nose and eyes streaming. "Auuuwwww," she whined, blinking through the tears at the behemoth that had startled her. Shayner. He had definitely said shayner. "Was that you?!" she demanded snarlingly, feeling like her face might at any moment decide that it was in an abusive relationship, call it quits, and move on.