Bramblepoint so lets set the world on fire

someone mentioned wf on the discord???? >> << i am here to cause drama

it was perhaps an effect of what passed as her cubhood that borya did not do well in one place for long, not even when she was far enough away from where she had been given the chain and the scars that it shouldn't matter. but she was not, lately, in the business of questioning herself, and so when the uncomfortable itch under her fur got to be too much she left the little valley and headed over the ridge and out through the flatlands. 

she had scented other bears, not seen them, but she was not surprised when her walk turned up nothing of interest. the valley had smelled strongly of wolves, but the grasslands were a world of little more than deer and fox and rabbit that she did not bother to chase. she found salmon in the river she walked through and stripped new-grown berries from low-hanging bushes and all-in-all paid very little attention to anything around her because if there had been any fear in her to begin with it had long since been stripped away by a hundred sets of teeth.

so of course she did not notice the children, either.

if there was one thing summer brought that borya enjoyed above all else, it was beehives, for honey and larvae alike. and the fringe of woodland she had wandered into provided just the thing. the buzz of bees was enough to draw her ear, and from there it was simple enough. her scarred muzzle provided more place to sting than she would have liked, but she had never been one to let pain deter her from anything -- if she had, she would have been dead long before.

on her back legs, chest pressed up against the bark, she hooked her claws into the pitted surface of the hive, and the bees swarmed out in a furious cloud, with a low buzz that rose like a roar in her ears. she paid little attention as she pawed at it, scraping it slowly away from its moorings. and by extension, no attention to the wolves wandering up from behind.