We're Takin That One

It wasn't often that Ursa found herself wandering away from Armada. Particularly fond of following the rules, she tried her best to not upset her parents. On this day, as snow quietly drifted to the ground, she chose to wander. While she was on her way back from the col, she had noticed one of her pack mates wandering out toward the gorge. Though Ursa wasn't nosy or cared to stick her nose where it didn't belong, she found herself following him. Whether it was the rumble in her stomach or pure puppy-like stupidity, she trailed after. Soon, he would stop to look down into the gorge and she was able to approach. "Can I help?" Ursa asks in her soft wispy voice as she looks ahead of him to whatever animal is grunting.