Just as they were preparing the campfire and enjoying the feast of beer and barbecue, the rustling of the grass and the heavy snort of some large animal, everyone's eyes were drawn to the direction of the sound, and they saw a sturdy brown bear covered in mud staggering through the grass with its front paws, poking its head out of it, and there was a bulging lump on its head, as if it had been in close contact with some hard object.

Everyone became nervous when they saw this, except for the two daggers used to cut the barbecue in the hands of Hugh and Louis, all the firearms and ammunition were placed in the wooden house more than 30 meters away, if there was to a conflict with this big guy, the two knifemen, plus Olivia and Katyusha, the two karates, it was difficult to say who would win and who would lose.

The uninvited guest took a few steps forward, and then sat down on the ground, wet, as if he had just crawled out of some quagmire, its right leg trembling slightly, with a red-feathered arrow that had been deeply embedded in it, the wound and residual blood stains on it were clearly visible, and the abdomen was bulging outward, *slightly distended, indicating that this was a pregnant and in labor.

On a September night in northern Canada, the temperature had dropped to the mid-twenties, and hunger, pain, and cold were all coming over the she-bear. It sniffed the smell of roasted meat in the air, and its gaze lingered on a large piece of roast venison on the campfire shelf.

The bear's position is far away from the four. It may be a conscious choice for it. If it is attacked by any one person. All have enough time to run, this is a smart bear.

If it hadn't been injured, there would have been no need for it to run away, and it could have been taken off and enjoyed as if no one was around.

"Guys, what to do?" Louis clenched the dagger in his hand, preventing a flimsy conflict.

"Wait and see." Hugh looked at the brown bear in front of him, and saw hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes, and it seemed to be looking at the people in front of him, and if it were not driven by hunger and cold, it would not have taken the risk of being harmed by humans a second time.

"This is a wounded she-bear. Neither we should hurt it. Katyusha said, and Olivia nodded in approval.

"Almost all beasts are afraid of fire. Bears are no exception, and they will hide far away when they see fire. Could it be a bear spirit? Knowing that the fire itself doesn't hurt it, did you come here? Louis said puzzled.

"Judging by its shivering body, the low temperature of the night and the water droplets all over its body are constantly taking away its body temperature, and it may want to come over to keep warm." Olivia analyzed.

As if to verify Olivia's thoughts, Louis looked more closely, and he saw a look of begging and complaining. This subtle discovery was quite important, as it directly changed his attitude towards the bear.

Louis slowly lowered the dagger in his hand, and the tip of the knife was no longer aimed at the brown bear in front of him.

Hugh looked at the strips of venison that had been washed and sliced, and he gestured to the bear that he was going to entertain it with this, and asked him to come closer. Instead of getting closer, it took a step back, still looking ready to run for its life if something happened. What is it afraid of? Doesn't it understand that he wasn't going to hurt it at all? If he wanted to hurt it, he would have done it a long time ago, so why spend so much time standing still.

Later, Hugh understood that it was he, not the bear, who was stupid, and that he had every reason to regard his actions as a trap, as treacherous as "please enter the urn".

Hugh decided to throw the venison at it. He planned to choose the place close to the campfire, so that it would not only enjoy more heat, which he could not bear to see, but also close the distance between each other, and dispel its guard, and in order to show his sincerity, he threw the knife in his hand far away when he took the venison.

The bear still watched the landing object in front of it warily, took a cautious step back, and even made a posture ready to fight. But it finally realized that it was not its enemy, and it smelled the smell of the slices of meat, and it took a step forward, stuck out its tongue and licked it, and then it took the slices of meat into its mouth, first chewed it slowly twice, and then it lost patience anymore, straightened its neck and swallowed it.

After the bear was safe and sound after eating the piece of meat, it seemed that the nerves that had been tense and the muscles of his whole body relaxed. It sat back and looked up at Hugh. There was anticipation in his eyes.

"This guy looks satisfied, let's get some more." Katyusha cheerfully encouraged from the sidelines.

Hugh repeated the action of throwing the meat just now, but this time the movement was more amplitude, because more meat was thrown away.

At this time, the bear seemed to feel that there was no need to be more defensive, and slowly walked up to Hugh's eyes, and quickly devoured the pieces of meat. Hugh threw the whole deer's leg beside it and said, "You don't care if you eat it or not." Ever since I was a child, no one has ever waited for me like this. The bear tilted his head and looked at him as if to smile, then fell on all fours, hugged the deer's leg with his forelegs, and gnawed on it with satisfaction.

Watching it feast, its good appetite was really enviable, and they all watched it silently as it tasted its food, forgetting that the cooked roast meat on the campfire had gradually emitted a burst of burnt smell.

Katyusha came to its side and crouched down, quietly eating its meat. She wondered what it was thinking, but couldn't figure out if it would be grateful for Hugh's actions, but one thing was certain: at least the bear would be grateful to him, and that was that the child in its womb was one that she believed to be one, despite the lack of convincing evidence

It is only the strong mother ** that makes it give up a certain characteristic that it has held on to for many years, and is forced to get close to its natural enemies.

Under the roasting of the bonfire, the moisture in the mud on the female bear's body gradually dissipated, turning into small dry and hard clods, sticking to her shiny fur, and her body temperature gradually rose.

Katyusha had a non-hostile hand and tentatively stroked the bear's mane, and the mother bear seemed to be very curious about the feeling of this kind of petting. Yes, from childhood to adulthood, who has ever stroked it with affectionate hands? Then it quickly adapts to it and even closes its eyes and enjoys it.

The stomach was full, the body was warm, and now the only regret was the painful wound from time to time, Katyusha paid attention to the depth of the wound, most of the arrow body was deeply pierced into the bear's hind legs, and it could cause this level of damage, only some kind of high-strength compound bow could do it.

What about the hunters who prey on it? Did they not catch up, or did they already fall under the claws of the bear? Nothing is known