The pleasant warmth of summer was comfortably sweeping away the remnants of dead flora, left behind in the cold weather and harsh wind.
The carnivore is as active as usual, her large body moving across the terrain at a slow pace, her small black nose softly brushing against the green vegetation.
She has no idea as to why the meadow lured her back in, perhaps the seductive scent that baited her nose into the expansive land, always calling her back in.
The bear lurks in between the bushes that frequently provided shelter for her, moving in and out, a soft grumbling tone on the rise as she gently pushes the flora apart. At least, for now, she would be able to rest, or perhaps forage for berries.
At this time of the year, berries were the main source of food for the bear, the abundance of it rendering her need to hunt almost unnecessary, unless she was going to hunt for the thrill of it.
Her life at this point seemed pretty uninspiring, a rather continues routine that played on repeat each day. The only thing that had made it bearable was the ability to shift into her bear form, something she was quite used to staying in.
Yet today seemed like it would bring something different to the table, a new scent, a new stranger for her to investigate.
A smile gently decorated the edges of her dark snout, her eyes placidly placed in the direction of the new aroma, a sweet disguise waiting to be unravelled.
The bear sets out almost immediately, her body lifted high as her pace increases, following the direction of the scent.
She patiently waits for whatever lurked in the meadow today to reveal its identity, the bear waiting patiently by a large tree, her body resting against the trunk as she looks onward.
