Cedar Sweep so close, but so far away

"A bear?!" Clover echoed, bewildered by what she had heard. "Are you sure we're talking about the same wolf?" She couldn't imagine Finley acting that wild—especially with how crotchety she had gotten as of late. "My mom kinda looks like me. She's about my size, doesn't have a stripe, and has brown eyes." Clover wondered if the description would help jog Charon's memory. 

Then, without giving it much thought, she asked, "Did you end up slaying it?!"