Good, the prick had a gun, Graeme thought. At least this would be an interesting fight. Although, based on the way the human was holding the weapon, he doubted he had ever actually used it.
Graeme stayed crouched, unmoving, watching Jeffrey make his way closer to woods. His lips curled away from his teeth when the human was only a few yards away. If he could be patient enough for Jeffrey to actually step into the trees, this was all going to be incredibly easy.
And then somehow, unbelievably, the human's eyes shifted to look directly into his. He saw the instinctual flicker of Jeffrey's fear as Graeme was rising into his lunge, and then the gun went off and knocked them both back.
Graeme groaned heavily as he hit the ground. It felt like the bullet had pierced and collapsed his lung. The human male scrambled up and froze in place at the shock of having fired his weapon at something unbelievably massive that was about to lunge for him.
Was it a bear?
