Latrobe Aleranga, an American Black Bear from the hills of Eastern Pennsylvania decided he had enough of east coast living. Everywhere there was crowding, pollution, and tasty but forbidden humans. Deciding that anywhere had to be better than this, he tightened the straps on his pack he acquired from a rather stringy hiker, and made out for other lands. Southwest sounded like a good direction, he could follow the mountains but pretend he was heading down. Early in his migration, somewhere in northern West Virginia, he came across a pair of rather marbled hunters that failed to notice his presence. They were hunting with blackpowder rifles which left a smell only making it easier to avoid them. After a fine meal, he went through their kits to see if there was anything he needed for his travels. One had a long pipe, the other a rather jaunty hat. Feeling a little better attired and armed, Latrobe continued on. As he came out of Arkansas and saw nothing but flat land, his spirits hit as low as the land.


Ok, I'm not really sure where this is going, and I know I need to fill in a lot in that whole thing, but I think its a start, an outline if you will, of what I want for Latrobe. There are a great many plot holes, grammar errors, and just plain misinformation, but that's generally how my brain works so I'll have to come back and fill it in for everyone to comprehend.