Death Roll

Lorikeet was sure that if she never saw another bear, it would be too soon. On the plus side, she had two large bear coats recently dried, now decorating her den. It was almost starting to get cosy in there. She made her way down to the stone steppe. It was a decent trip from the mountain, but she didn’t mind the walk.

She passed through the strange ruins, and made her way towards the river that ran around the edge of the territory and out towards the sea. She stepped towards the edge to take a drink when something set off her sensors. She paused, leg outstretched, looking for what had alerted her.

As she did so, her eyes fell upon a strange lump in the water. A lump that was perfectly still despite the soft current…

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