Since he had run into it, and it was so close, Li Long raised his gun.
With his marksmanship, and an estimated distance of only sixty or seventy meters, bringing down that bear was a sure thing. The bear seemed a little impatient, tearing at the clubfish's skin, sometimes holding it up in both paws to gnaw on it, sometimes putting it down and pinning it with one paw while using the other paw and its mouth to eat.
It did not look very practiced.
Li Long had excellent eyesight. Although he could not make out the bear's finer movements at this distance, he could tell that it was working hard to get the fish into its stomach.
Just as Li Long was puzzling over this and preparing to fire, a bear's roar rang out!
Another bear had arrived!
This one was huge. It stood a good two meters sixty or seventy tall, and the enormous creature came toward the little one, alternating between walking and loping on all fours.
Li Long suddenly remembered videos and jokes he had seen about brown bears hunting black bears.
Was this big fellow going to kill the little one?
He aimed at the dark brown giant, which came charging over with an even bigger fish in its mouth-huh?
Li Long was about to fire at the big bear, but then he saw the little bear put down its fish at the sound of the roar, rush over to the big bear, and then-rub against it.
Li Long understood. So they were mother and cub?
The big bear put down the large fish in its mouth-a clubfish weighing two or three kilos, already quite a large one-and nudged it with a paw, apparently telling the cub to eat.
Only now did Li Long look