Whitefish River between two points

Mordecai had no real ideas of what on earth could have made the marks, but the speculation was tempted to run wild. He reckoned it was probable that the bones they were observing had been attacked by another bear. It seemed bear-like, but he couldn't have said he knew much about ursine creatures in general. He knew enough about them to avoid them, at least. The tawny Ostrega cast his gaze along the interior of the cavern, this time looking back to the thin thread of light that lingered beyond.

“If I had to guess,” he said, trailing off momentarily. “I wonder if a pair of bears lived in here. Perhaps one bear ate the other one. They got snowed in, or so I'd like to think.” Bears had never struck him as being overly intelligent, though he had been often told differently. He shook his head dismissively once again. “Either way, I can't say I'd want to meet them either. The bones seem to belong to a bear, though.” He turned back to Dante and shrugged, as though the action would shake the palpable discomfort that had settled over them both.