He shook his head, still watching the bear. “It’s no good.”
Zaina noticed a chunk of meat in the pen, untouched. The other bear was throwing its meat against the back wall.
“It’s like they feel that something is up,” Zaina said.
“They can smell the Aranians. They can hear their voices of gibberish. They don’t like being inside all day.”
“Can we let them out and just run around the yard?”
“Not if we can’t get everyone to safety or stop the bears running mad into the palace. If they get it into their heads that they want to go and break things, they’re hard to stop.”
The bear that was pacing lifted its head and glared at Zaina with its little black eyes. The angry look in them chilled her.
These bears were angry and they would kill if something got in their way.
The night was crisp a
