As though she stood in a dream, Sastra found herself unable to move. Her muscles locked with fear as the two large bears shook of the fjord water. The first landed heavily on it’s front paws, catching up with the slightly smaller animal. She tried to breathe, tried to swallow but found she had no control over her body, nor her thoughts. Bears? She managed to blink, then draw a sharp staggering breath. What was she supposed to do when confronted with bears? Was she supposed to run or stand still?
Her thoughts were lost entirely, proving entirely irrelevant as both bears sniffed the air and moved forward. They approached slowly, but with intent. Sastra knew that there would be no running. From the far side of the bank, the shouting from the strangers had stopped. Had they been trying to wa
