Jacob’s thoughts collided—should he run now, while the bear hesitated, or was it truly seeking his help? It didn’t make sense, none of it did. But the sadness in the bear’s eyes spoke louder than logic, quieting the terror enough for Jacob to act.
Shaking, he rose from the ground and grabbed his phone. His fingers trembled as he typed a hurried message to a coworker: “Something strange. A wounded bear led me deeper into the forest. If I don’t check in soon, send help.” He hit send and turned to Bernie.
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