Hurriedly tucking himself in, the snuffling behind him caused an urge to do the other kind of evacuation. Although his eyes were adjusted to the dark, having been awake all night, the moon had completely sunk below the horizon. Shapes were vague. Terah knew the fishing hut was directly behind him a few yards. He’d walked straight here. Sound in the dark took on a reality of its own, an urgency amplified by the lack of light. He had to turn and face it. It was a bear. A black bear. It was sniffing at the fishing hut door. The garbage bag of baked goods was in there, and this creature was hungry from hibernation. It wasn’t a huge bear, but the thing about even a small bear was its natural weaponry and lack of social restraint. Terah stood as still as the tree he’d watered, although he knew the bear could smell him. He recalled reading that the scent radius for a human, when it came to bears, was mea...
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