Well Butter My Bears and Call Me A Fool

Shilah slowed to a stop as it became clear that the bear wasn't going to turn around and resume its attack. "Whew!" Shilah sat heavily, panting from the exertion of the fight. That had been a wild ride. He turned to the younger man and shook his head before getting to his feet. "Not at all, I appreciate the help. My name is Shilah." He glanced at the sky as a rumble of thunder rolled through the sky. Well, a storm certainly explained the increased humidity. He sighed to himself "Well, if it isn't one thing it's another. I'm afraid I better get going." He wanted to get back to his temporary shelter before all hell broke loose but with a little luck it would be a gentle thunderstorm with rain and not too much wind or hail.

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