"What sound?"
Roger instinctively concealed his figure, while quickly imprinting the surrounding environment in his mind.
The pathway seemed one-way, leaving an open space where he had originally appeared, free of the white fog and any concealed crevices.
Once sure no one had detected his presence, he quickly moved toward the direction of the sound.
Climbing atop a dense tree, Roger looked down.
On a clearing at the forest edge, a skinny man holding a straw pitchfork was shouting loudly.
"Get lost, you beast!"
"Give me back my daughter!"
The man was dressed in old hemp clothes, and he seemed injured, with the tip of the pitchfork slightly bent and his movements impaired.
Opposite him, by a shallow stream, a muscular brown bear was slowly approaching.
Roger observed carefully and determined that the man seemed to be just an ordinary person; he scanned the surroundings but found no hidden enemies.
After thinking it over, Roger decided to assist.
