You gingerly approach the cart, looking in both directions to see if any of the trio are returning. None of them show any signs of coming back soon.
You catch a glimpse of a solitary woven bag, resting in the grass by the fallen cart. It's full of a long strand of plump sausage links. No wonder the bear was fascinated, you figure.
The sight of the cured meat gets your mouth watering and reminds you of your rumbling belly.