Phoenix Maplewood the seventh horcrux

Speaking of bears - there was a bear of a wolf poking through one of the herb caches up ahead. Alya thought there was something familiar about him, but she couldn't have known that she'd once attempted to romance his son on the slopes near her home. "Hello," she said once she'd reached polite speaking distance. "Is this your cache?" 

She'd been wondering about it, but had figured it belonged to one of the women around. It was weird to think of male wolves having any skill aside from fighting, scouting, and being kick-ass dads. Alya associated the finer arts (and most other worthwhile skills) with hers and her sisters' superior feminitiy.