Tail whip, struggle

Birna stretched up the trunk of a massive tree, digging her claws into the bark and pulling slowly, enjoying the feeling as she sharpened her claws. A gentle rain was falling all about her but beneath the shelter of the extensive boughs she was dry… for now at least. She was growing hungry and would need to hunt. In these new lands she didn't know how long the rain would last but she was used to the cold. Carefully she slinked across the ground from the cover of her shelter, glad that the bulk of the great boughs kept the rain from dampening her fluffy coat.

Birna scented the ground, sorting through the scents as she picked up that of a wolf nearby. She'd just spotted the yearling before her ears flicked back at the sound of something large lumbering through. She spun around in time to see a large grizzly bear appear. It snorted and glared at her before roaring and standing up on its hind legs. Well shit.

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