LOST LITTLE BEAR [o, prompt]

[Freyja]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Freyja was not as lost as Zimavich, but she was wandering just like he had. The feline often found herself exploring parts of the territory few dared to venture. She liked to swim with alligators and dance along the borders of their enemies. She had no fear in her heart, so it was easy for her. Today's exploration included seeing the crater. She had heard a ton of stories about the place, and she needed to see if they were true. Her favorite theory was that someone had pulled the moon down, resting it there.

Long legs took her in the direction of the scarred earth with ease. Not too far off from the site, she heard what seemed to be a cry for help, and the girl went into action. Freyja arrived just in time to see Zimavich faint. A gasp escaped her throat as she scrambled down the walls of the crater, towards him. "Hey, Zim, wake up!" she yelled, poking and prodding and shaking him. She was no healer; she had not idea what she needed to do.

With a sigh, she turned her head towards the direction of camp and hollered, "Uh, hey! We need some help over here!"