Along, long time ago, a bear almost managed to take my life, but I was saved spectacularly.

I had gotten a dog from the wilderness, a faithful companion for a while already.

A meeting with a fellow adventurer had increased the party to three members and we were all moving through the woods nicely. Suddenly, we came across a bear.

We stumbeled almost onto the beast, and the bear stood a small distance from us. We were just about to leave slowly and quietly, when the beast rushed at us without any reason!

An intense struggle ensued, the bear trying to fall me eagerly. A few blows were exchanged, when a huge, sharp-clawed paw hit me on the side of the head, knocking me unconcious. I instanly thought, that this was the end, as I was the warrior of our party. I had hunted bears before and tusseled with many animals and beasts, but hadn't heard from my companions escapades in such matters.

However, I shortly regained my senses, and was very... very surprised to see my dog and friend near me, the bear lying dead a short distance from us.


I got up slowly, and after a few minutes of perplexed amazement examined myself and treated my worst wounds, and me and my companions had a feast that night.