Suddenly, behind me, came a heavy, low growl. Goosebumps ran down my skin. I slowly turned — and I saw her.
Out of the bushes emerged a huge mother bear. Her eyes burned with rage, her breathing was ragged. She saw that I was holding her cub in my hands and thought I was the one who had killed it.
With a deafening roar, she rose up on her hind legs. The ground seemed to tremble.
Terrified, I threw the cub back into the water and bolted along the shore. But the mother bear was faster. In just a few seconds, she caught up to me and swiped her paw across my back.
