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The wolf finally seemed to come to, to the bear's dismay. He was hoping for an easy meal. As the wolf was slow to rise and run, he continued to hope it till would be. His jaws open in a bear yell, ready to chomp down on whatever he could get his teeth onto. 

She was already turning and running, however, so the only thing he could grab was her tail. If he got that, he would hold on to it and try to drag her back towards him. He began to slip on the mud in an effort to keep her from running away. It prevented his front paws from coming up to swipe at the potential meal. If he raised even one leg, he would loose his balance, and he couldn't afford that.

Nom nom on tail!