“How so?” she asked, stopping the fork on the way to her mouth in midair.

Brock laughed. “Bear meat tastes like their last meal. From the taste of it, this bear must have eaten a deer or something similar.”

“You’re kidding.” Mallory took another bite, surprised that it tasted so good.

“Nope.” He took another bite, chewed, and swallowed. “If this bear would have eaten... say... fish… the meat would have tasted fishy.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” He took another bite.

Mallory shrugged. “So, I guess we’re lucky.”

“Like I said.” He grinned as he took another bite.

Mallory laughed, resuming eating.

When they finished their meal, Mallory started stacking the dishes....