Dawnlark Plains Why are you sitting at home on the floor?

No one came. No wolf, at least. When Reverie saw the shape lumbering toward her across the snow, she knew immediately what it was.
It was a bear.
She huffed a laugh, thinking of Gunnar and what he'd said about bears and caches. Was there a cache somewhere around here? She didn't think so; those wolves had been in the Emberwood just a few days ago. So why was there a bear? Why was it coming toward her — why was it going so fast?
Suddenly it all became very real, and she was no longer amused. This was danger, staring her right in the face; barreling toward her at such speed that even if she turned and ran now, she wasn't certain she would escape unscathed. She didn't turn and run, though. It was just like it had been with the fire, the one that had killed Rose. Death was reaching for her, and all she could do was stand and stare into its unwavering gaze.