Whitefish River The Path Less Traveled By

He’d been relaxing with @Winterbourne by a small stream that branched from the main river, a few feet from a miniature waterfall—nothing to gawk in awe at, yet the perfect place to enjoy the soothing sound of running water without the harsh roar. Glancing towards his mate, he gives him a quick kiss and gets to his feet, promising to meet up with him after, if he chooses not to come along with the bear.
The bear trots towards the location, spotting Emrik first. He gives a wag of his tail with a smile stretching on his lips, his head tilts curiously, however, for he doesn’t see anyone with him at first. Hey, Emrik, what’s up— Large nose twitches at the unfamiliar scent, and his mismatched green eyes search further. Round ears perked upward. It takes him a few moments before he spots the sprawled out fireball on their doorstep.
Oh,, oh, uhm… what happened?

Assuming this takes place before Ira & WB set off on their journey!