There was definitely something very wrong with this polar bear. It was skinny, matted and wandering through the north end of the gorge in the middle of summer. Stjarna was in a precarious spot. To go forward and try to skirt around the bear or to turn and march allllllll the way back. Dark lips pursed. No, they'd traveled too far for too long to just turn around. Stjarna figured that if they were quiet enough they could sneak around the bear without being noticed. Scrambling up the side of the gorge, Star slipped through a small cave that was really more of a tunnel, hoping to stick to the shadows. No such luck. The bear noticed. It stared at him with mad eyes, drool falling in strings out of its mouth. The beast roared and charged. "Aw, shit!"
