Is it following us?
As the trail climbed higher, the bear appeared yet again, closer still. This time, its movements seemed more deliberate. It growled softly, the sound resonating between the pines as it raked its claws down a tree trunk. The sight was both awe-inspiring and unnerving. “Is it following us?” Maya whispered to Tom, her voice tinged with unease.
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