I Was Drunk As A Skunk Having Lunch With A Cross-Eyed Bear... You Been There ;D

Luckily the old caribou had not been dead for long. Ravens were starting to cluster around the carcass as Birna crept forward, muscling her way in toward the caribou's belly as she ripped long strips of meat to feed herself. She was on her own now. A yearling turned loose to make her way in the world and she was eager to eat her fill before meat froze solid or something larger approached. Speaking of…

Her round ears flicked forward and she paused in her eating to peer over the carcass. At first she saw nothing of interest and then a large, hairy snow drift rose to its feet. Polar bear… shit. Birna bent her head, frantically tearing off more food as her head popped up every so often to watch the bear lumber closer. He took his sweet time and why shouldn't he? Who would dare to challenge him. As it got closer she frizzed up and hissed sending ravens scattering into the air around her.


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