"Why... oh why did this little bird had to die?.." rang like a bell in beorning's head. A bear that had been in so many battles and witnessed death pretty much every other day, was absolutely touched by such little and most likely unimportant to others event.
Rolling on the patch of nice smelling flowers and after the rain wet grass at Sweetmead was unexpectedly disturbed by rather stomping sounds of someone walking.
"Hurr....Hurr...."
A little whisper tickled bear's ears, an ent she knew for so long was crying out for help. Beorning roared and raised, with ruffled fur full of dandelions flying off her with every step she made. Steps rushed quickly as she carried on into deeper darkerwoods of Fangorn Forest.
The mist was thick, but so is beorning hide. She appeared out of nowhere, the rummaging orcs noise was broken with furious roar and sharpness of wild bear claws. Noone was left alive, shredded to pieces orcs were scattered as the beorning was making her way further to the pond, the stench bothered her not, blood stained fur finally found cold waters of the little lake... and there it was... the little creature, taking its last breath of life as fumes of surroundings filled its lungs...
"Why... oh why did this little bird had to die?.." rang like a bell in beorning's head...
