Lorikeet was readjusting to pack life. She wasn’t entirely sure what she thought of this new pack she had gotten tangled with just yet. She had preferred the solo life for so many years, that joining up with anyone seemed strange to her. But so far, the scenery was appreciable enough. The stability of her own den was something that could grow on her, and Vidarr seemed to promise enough entertainment. Especially if the pack did end up raiding frequently. That would give her plenty of chances to go out and meet people. She loved people best when she was tasting their flesh. Fighting, loving, it was all much the same to her.
She travelled down the mountain, seeking any useful trinkets she could take back to the pack when the sound of a rumbly grow grew from a cave to her right. She glanced speculative into the darkness. Was it a good sort of growl, or a bad one? She could do with a warm up stretch, so long as it wasn’t anything too big for her to chew.
What came out of the cave, however, was the biggest, meanest bear she had ever seen. Shaggy and old, craggy with scars rippling through its fur. It came out charging, and didn’t look like it intended to slow any time soon. Running away was extremely undignified, and yet she found herself doing so anyway. Tearing across the rough terrain into the direction of a forest in front of her. Her self preservation was very strong, after all.
