Jacob threw the diary to the ground in frustration, his breathing uneven as he scanned the forest around him. The clearing revealed nothing resembling a scent trail or path. It had gotten dark already and desperation clawed at him. If the traps were active, the cub’s life was hanging by a thread.
Turning back to the bear, Jacob felt a strange surge of hope. “You’ve got to help me,” he said aloud, his voice trembling. He gestured to the surrounding trees. “Can you sniff it out? Can you lead me to the rock?” It was absurd, pleading with a wild animal, but he had no better idea.
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