Uncle Boris Hates Bears!

Natha worked her way north toward the great redwood forest. She'd been thoroughly entertained by the strange, horned youth but alas she had things to do and places to be. However, her sharp ears were pretty certain the little creature was following her. Well, that was just fine. It was like a reverse game of cat and mouse and what did she care if the little wolf wanted to wander away? She was a cat. Babysitting wolf pups was not her concern, number one. And number two, as a cat, she appreciated displays of independence.

When she arrived Natha lingered on the edge of the red forest, gently rubbing her side along the base of massive tree. She crouched on her haunches then stretched out to start sharpening her claws, enjoying the feeling of the bark flaking beneath her massive paws. She froze for a moment, her ears twitching. She could've sworn she'd caught the sound of some massive movement not too far off.