Ankyra Sound Dreamcatcher

I'm rescuing lonely threads! Hope this is OK.

The girl was not alone in her study of the bear — although Mesa was not curious, but antagonistic.

He lurked nearer to the bear than the girl, further up the embankment of the stream. As he sat crouched among the ferns he could've been mistaken for a large river stone, or perhaps a bear himself. He was not so burly as the pig-like beasts, especially after his lifetime of scavenging, but he liked to think of himself as imposing when necessary.

As soon as the bear settled to watch the water, Mesa began to prowl closer. He did his best to remain quiet and kept to the shadows of those towering trees as best he could, twisting alongside them or ducking among brambles as necessary. It wasn't until he burst from cover and began to charge at the bear, Mesa realized he had taken a wrong turn and misjudged his distance. 

Between him and the bear sat a dearth of obstacles, including the rushing streambed. Mesa huffed, pacing there a moment, before barking at the bear — his tail up and body puffed with undue pride, as he gathered himself for a possible fight. It was all rather stupid.