One of a Kind

It has been awhile since the woman had last smelled her kind, she knew they were solitary creatures but now she was beginning to worry. Were there any other bears around? Or was Zanire the last of her kind? The beast would sigh heavily, coming to a stop, plopping herself back on her rear, head hanging. A small twig hung halfway out the side of her mouth, a few berries along it, a snack she had come across on her wanderings. She would shift her weight, front paws sliding across the ground to her side, laying down before finally chomping it down, closing her eyes.


"normal.
talk.
think.
you"


Awesome image made by Clash. <3