I tried my best not to tense up, afraid that even the slightest touch from the bear would make me jump. My spear, concealed and ready, remained firmly gripped in my hand.
As my taut nerves relaxed, I became acutely aware of Margo's presence, heightening my senses and making me hyper-aware of my surroundings.
Margo lay motionless, feigning death. But the feel of her heartbeat against me, pressed close as she was, told me she was merely playing a part.
Bears have poor eyesight. I feared it wouldn't see us in the den and simply crush us by sitting down.
My worry proved unfounded. Upon entering, the bear quickly sniffed us out. But its vision was indeed blurry, and it pawed at us tentatively.
I kept my eyes closed, unsure of what was happening. I felt Margo being pushed away by some fo
