Silvertip Mountain funkier than funkadelic wearing pampers

val had hoped for clarification: black bears, brown bears, the alleged spirit bears -- he had only seen a grizzly, and so maybe, it didn't matter what arielle said. maybe, they were all the same to a wolf.

he didn't love the idea that if he faced mortal peril by bear, the pack wouldn't be behind him. it made him think of his last true encounter with a bear -- how his packmate had literally thrown her life in the line so that her packmates could live.

maybe life was about growing, and finding all these different people, with different experiences and worldviews and beliefs..

still, he kind of preferred not being a bear snack. "oh. well. i guess i'll just have to avoid bears all the time so that never becomes a question." still, his gut twisted at the idea of standing by and watching a friend, a packmate, a relative die at the teeth of a bear. "have you talked to them? what are they like?"