The bear stopped at the edge of the clearing, sniffing the air again. Jacob hesitated, scanning the area for signs of traps. His eyes darted over the ground, searching for any disturbance in the earth. The thought of the white bear cub in danger pushed him forward.
The faint scent of something sharp and metallic reached his nose—scent bait, he realized. The traps were close. Jacob’s pulse quickened, adrenaline flooding his veins as he crept closer to the rock. Every instinct told him danger was near, but he couldn’t stop now.
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