The sea. It had been a while since he had seen its ever outstretching grasp, the thick band of blue that swallowed up the horizon for miles and miles and leagues and leagues. He had never crossed it; no one had except the birds, and even they said that it continued to stretch and stretch.
It was one of the few things that could make the great bear small.
That, and the mountains south of the great waters.
He passed by many of these towering spires as he lumbered north to the sea, his nose wrinkling at the stench of wolves about him. In the pasture where he hunkered down for a brief respite, he was surrounded by the scent of wolves, a triangle of wolf packs surrounding these fields.
Eager to get away from their cloying smell, the bear pulled himself upwards and trudged on, squinting at the large trees nearby. Redwoods? He wasn't surprised by their existance here. He was surprised that wolves chose to live underneath their canopies. Of all the places...
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