This human child has been prowling around my mountain since sunrise. It is young, young enough that I can not determine if it is a male or female by scent alone, and it remains too far away for me to see body shape clearly.

I do not need good vision to know that it carries a thunderstick. Nothing good ever comes from one of those. The humans are not as wise as they once were, but they are far more cunning and cruel.

There was a time when they would come to my mountain to pay homage, recieve my blessing, and return to the valley. Now they come with noise and foul scents. I only hope this one will catch the small birds and rabbits and leave, and stay far from my home-

Ah. Too late. It has found my cave. Pest. I grow tired of them all. They do not respect me or my kind; they do not honor the old oaths. Human child, I smell no fear from you, and that is foolish.

I will show you what it means to hunt Bear.