Don't you notice how I get quiet

Marrow

Marrow was on the hunt for something to eat, she almost always was. These woods seemed like a good place to find prey and if she was lucky she could find something that was already sick or wounded. Her nostrils flared and she took in the scents of the ground, deciphering them for valuable information. It was then she noticed a familiar scent. That yearling she'd hunted a deer with. Maybe they could team up again? She followed his scent but before she could say anything she heard a low growl. It made the fur on the back of her neck stand up. "Fuck, its right behind me isn't it?" The roar only confirmed it. Marrow leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding the claws of a giant grizzly bear.