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He was a sitting duck. An obvious target for the enraged black bear. Even when Colt descended upon the scene and gathered his own understanding of it, Ambrose was of no use; the boy was trying to blink the blood from his eyes and put distance between himself and the creature before more harm could be done — but then the bear let out a roar and it began to charge again. It had tasted Ambrose's blood and was gunning for him. It was all he could do to stumble and side-step out of its path, but the bear was adamant that he catch the wolf.