@Firenza
One of very few French words Penny had learned came to mind when she caught the large omnivore's scent. She didn't feel particularly endangered- she figured she was far enough away that t might not give a damn about her, nor did she think that a bear would go after a wolf anyway. They were big, lumbering, and she was as quick as a wolf could be, and so long as she didn't get within swiping distance, it couldn't hurt her. She felt obligated to respect them, as well-- for as large and powerful as they were, their diet consisted mainly of berries and fish. Or so she thought, anyway- she'd only ever seen them fishing or cleaning up a large portion of a wild blueberry field. There'd been a sort of unspoken truce between them, as both omnivores ate the berries- as long as she surrendered whichever patch she was eating in and moved to another should the bear lumber in her direction, the bear had remained calm.
So she figured she had bears completely figured out...Thus why she decided to follow this one. It was getting closer to the time of year where bears would be stocking up, eating as much fatty food as they could so that they could hibernate. Penny was envious that these creatures could simply gorge themselves, then live off their fat for the entire season. She was a scrawny thing herself and wouldn't have lasted long had she decided to try the whole hibernation thing, but enjoyed the concept nonetheless. She hoped that the bear might lead her to a patch of cranberries, or a stream where fish could be caught- either way, she had a certain amount of faith invested that the bear would lead her to her next meal.""