Bearclaw Valley Why is the raven like a writing desk?

Everything was preternaturally still and Druid’s instincts warned her that she should be on her guard. She pressed on despite this, curiosity mingling with trepidation, but froze when she heard Mahler’s words whispering in her mind, warning of larger predators.

She grew very still and watchful. Nearly the same instant Druid decided to retreat, a voice spoke up from the darkness. It spooked her so badly, she instantly lowered into a defensive crouch. “You have entered the land of Ursus,” the voice told her, “of the bear.”

For a frantic instant, she wondered: did the voice belong to a bear? She had never seen one, nor did she want to change that. Her muscles coiled as she prepared to spring away. In the instant before she turned and fled back toward the valley’s entrance, she thought she saw the silhouette of a wolf. But Druid couldn’t be sure as she ran for her life.

This is not intended as an exit, necessarily; feel free to pursue!