"I'm a human, you're a bear. You have big claws, but the harpoon I'm holding is formidable. If you attack me, you won't be safe either."
Now there is a bear in front of Haedal. Haedal, the female warrior, doesn't take her eyes off the bear as she speaks to the bear. Haedal does not move. She should not irritate bears. It's a moment where one second feels like an hour.
She was lucky. Bear also moved its place. When the bear is out of sight, Haedal is relieved.
Now, at 11:00 a.m. on one winter's day, this is a river in the tundra. By this time, the spawning season had returned to the river, so Haedal came here to catch the salmon.
Haedal moves away from bears and catches a salmon.
Haedal returns home. There are plenty of raspberry thorns around the Haedal's log house to prevent the invasion of animals. The occasional raspberry in winter is her little happiness.
But today there are signs that someone ate raspberries. Haedal also discovers human footprints. Haedal urgently hides her body.
'It's inside. It's inside the house.'
Haedal quietly enters the house through the window. Sounds are heard in the kitchen. Haedal sees and thinks of intruder.
'Am I watching right?'
Haedal holds the harpoon down and talks behind the intruder.
"Turn back."
The intruder turns back and looks at Haedal. It's a girl. Holding an apple with her right hand, the girl stares at Haedal with clear eyes.