Nanaimo

Someone's been watching you. Every so often, the fur lifts on the back of your neck and you whip around to see bright blue eyes staring at you from a hiding place. She usually dashes away the moment she's seen, but this time, you've caught her by surprise.

Nanaimo yelps and covers her face with her paws. She smells like the grasslands. "Get- get away from me!" She stammers. "Get away or I'll call the Alpha!"

Ursa isn't far away, and you figure it wouldn't be a good idea to anger her on her own territory. You back off. As you do, Nanaimo leaps up and bolts away. Oh, well. At least she isn't following you anymore.

> Keep exploring the territory.

> Turn back.