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Saving someone is like fighting a fire.
Roger, weapon in hand, tracked back along the path the brown bear had come from.
The beast clearly went out to forage and covered a vast area; Roger had to eliminate irrelevant distractions to greatly save time.
"Did you find it?"
"We'll be too late if it's any later!"
John urged anxiously, his tone a mixture of impatience and brusqueness.
Roger empathized with his emotions and didn't pay much attention to these details, focusing his attention and quickening his pace.
What Roger hadn't expected was that this frail man, even injured, managed to keep up with his pace.
Finally, after passing through a brush of trees, the fishy stench grew stronger, and a dark cave appeared on a nearby mountainside.
"This must be it!"
Seeing the disorderly traces around the cave, Roger's expression darkened.
There must be another brown bear living here!
"Wait here!"
Without waiting for John's response, he dashed into the cave at great speed.
