Hunting of a different kind
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Wagging her tail Terra trotted to join up. It's easier. I'm not a very good hunter, and I can't run across bears all the time. It was true. She'd left her pack before they taught her how to properly hunt, only having her participate in a few group hunts. Terra could hunt just fine in a group, but otherwise she stole or went hungry. They're pretty prepared for winter as well. They're gathering food for storage, and reinforcing the dens, and apparently they're strong enough that they're not concerned about anyone going hungry.

Winter was a pain, and a chill wind confirmed that. Terra's coat had thickened out enough that she wasn't worried about freezing, but prey would grow more scarce. Worriedly she glanced at Kostya. He was a lone wolf, and winter wouldn't be kind to him. He was resourceful, but that wasn't much of a protection against scarcity and desperation. Silently Terra promised to herself to help her friend get through the winter the best she could, even if it involved fighting bears head on.

Why don't you have a pack? There must be a reason. The life was unattractive to her, lonely and hungry. If he wasn't worried about those things then there must be something pretty special about being on his own.


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