He was almost on her, he could almost see her silver tail now, swishing as she ran from him. Why is she running from me? I should be ashamed, I should be running, so why is she running. They were officially in bear territory now. He didn't want a bear to get to her and so he kept running. His wounds were on fire but he couldn't let her get killed by a bear. Once, he thought he saw one, but it must have just been a figment of his imagination, because nothing gave chase. He was gaining on Amber, just barely a sapling's length away. Almost there.