Although the bear wanted to ignore the creature, something deep in its marrow stirred. An instinct, primal and unrelenting, screamed at it. Danger. Not from what it sensed, but from what lurked behind the quiet. A warning so sharp it bordered on pain. The bear, driven more by its survival instinct than reason, turned its massive head toward the source. Its paws dug into the earth as it began to move, nostrils flaring, following that tiny spark that its instincts refused to let go.
And there, standing casually in its path, was the small creature. Two-legged. Upright. With eyes far too calm.
Leon.
He met the bear's gaze without flinching, one hand resting calmly on the trunk of the tree on which he stood. The bears lips curled.
'So you were the one making all that noise in my senses…'
After the bear had that thought, it attacked Leon, who inturn retaliated. This led to their current situation.
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