Heron Lake Plateau Knowledge Comes First

Amber was no fool: bears had always meant trouble, danger, and so when she scented it close her ears twitched to listen better. She didn't turn her eyes from the sky, unmoving, and waited until she knew it'd spotted her before standing and swinging her head around to face him. The fur along her fur puffed out and a lip curled up to flash ivory fangs, but she made no moves. 
This was the first time, however, that she'd ever heard a bear speak words, even if some didn't sound like the language she spoke. It was enough to pull her face back to neutral, though her tail curled over her back and her fur stayed puffed out. 
                  "Excuse me?"
She kept her tone polite, but she couldn't deny she was nervous. She'd never imagined sharing tongues with a bear.