Shande and the Bear

At noon.

In a forest.

Thud, thud, thud!

Heavy footsteps sounded as a burly black figure slowly approached a cave.

It stood around five feet three inches tall, yet weighed over four hundred pounds. It was... a black bear.

Yes, a black bear.

The black bear held half a beehive in its paws. As it waved its thick paws to drive away the dozens of bees buzzing around it, it greedily licked the sweet honey from the hive with its barbed tongue, looking utterly delighted.

After enjoying itself for a while, the black bear reached the cave entrance, intending to take its feast inside and savor it slowly. But then it suddenly sniffed and caught an unfamiliar scent.

Yes, an unfamiliar scent—the scent of an intruder!

Splat!

The black bear dropped the beehive, went down on all fours, and warily looked into the cave, assuming a fighting stance as it sniffed the air even harder.

The longer it sniffed, the more certain the black bear became. Some hateful creature really had trespassed into its territory and had even boldly entered its cave.

Roar!

The black bear roared into the cave. It was both a threat and a warning. It wanted the damned intruder to get out so it could snap its neck and kill it—it did not want to fight inside the cave. It was cramped and dark in there; not only would it be unable to fully unleash its formidable fighting strength, but the cave could easily be damaged.

If the cave were truly damaged, finding another suitable home would not be easy.

Thinking this, the black bear roared several more times, but there was no movement inside the cave.

The intruder seemed determined not to come out.

Was it afraid? The black bear did not know what the