He had thought the volume of the Yukon River would be enough to transmit the vibrations through the ground, but it seemed he had oversimplified things.
The sound of the river alone wasn't enough to carry the vibrations to his position.
Fortunately, this wasn't his first time harvesting potatoes. Plus, he had spent nearly every day fishing by the river earlier on, so he had a relatively clear understanding of the nearby river's course.
Combining the dampness in the air with the faint, almost imperceptible sound of flowing water, he quickly found the right direction to the riverbank.
'If I remember correctly, the first time I saw a brown bear was in this direction, too. Andre was right beside me back then. Looks like the bears' habitat is somewhere around here.'
The closer he got to the river, the stronger his sense of unease grew.
He didn't rush out. Instead, he found a random tree to hide behind and peeked out.
