Honeyed Pasture Can I ever know your mind?

The girl meets his question with her own, drawing a crooked, sarcastic smile from him. She's right to question him, after all. Bears don't like the taste of me, He tells her, and as far as he's concerned, it's the truth. Other predators have always avoided him; a blessing, really. I'm only passing through. On my way back to the sea, I suppose. A pirate never strays far from the waves for long. He glances to her shoulder. The wound isn't large enough to have been caused by a bear; disappointing. It seems you have more reasons to avoid bear fights than I, in any case.