The Enemy of My Enemy

Áskell watched the fish as they swam by, trying to get a feel for the speed and motion of their movement. He chuckled at Gossamer. "We never agreed to wait til we were both done, if you want to spend all your time on something fancy that's fine but I'm going to get a fish." Áskell picked up his spear in his jaws and ambled to the riverside. He stood sideways with the river and aimed his spear. Just as he was about to throw it he heard something big moving in the bushes and brush behind him. Áskell's head whipped around in time to see a grizzly bear plod out of the bushes toward the river side. It fixed it's gaze on the pup and Áskell swore he could see it drooling.