Bearclaw Valley Into the woods

@Arlette

Spring was nice in Bearclaw valley - maybe because it reminded Nunataq of happier and more carefree times, when she had been a little pup. When life had been simpler and she had firmly believed that things would stay the same forever. Maybe, because the season, when nature burst into life after the long winter slumber, was beautiful and enjoyable everywhere.

It had been a few days now, since she had brought the last treasured items from the hollow back here and made a permanent residence in an abandoned badger den. She hunted and explored for the better part of early mornings and evenings, and slumbered during mid-days and afternoons. Nice and peaceful routine away from the pack and everything that had caused troubles to her.

Now and then she did feel a little lonely and recalled Cubanelle and Pepperoncini, who she would not have been able to stuff in her pocket and bring here. But this longing could be remedied easily with chewing her still favourite, albeit very damaged, toy - the plastic bottle. The crinkling and crackling sound of it helped to distract her mind.

And this she was doing one afternoon as well, filling the forest around her with the odd music that a PET bottle and set of sharp canine teeth and jaws could produce.