It sniffed the air at one point, appearing to catch his scent on the wind, but the fear seemed to be stronger in this one, and since Beam was such a distance away, it opted to continue running away instead, disappearing deep into the pine trees before Beam could get much closer.
With the running of that second Bear, an ominous feeling began to set in for Beam, as he tried to work out what was happening. Wolves? It might have made sense in a single isolated instance – the wolves attempted to prey on a weakened bear, sending it running. But two separate instances twenty minutes apart and with no wolves in sight? It seemed rather odd to Beam, and now that he thought about it, there was nothing weak about the first bear. He doubted even a hungry wolf pack would risk attempting to attack it.
