“You didn’t kill it did you, it had a cub” I ask Archer looking down at him. Tate’s voice flitting through my head.

“No bears are off limits I just scared it off, fucker bit our leg” He says, and I notice the chunk of flesh on his back leg hanging slightly but already healing.

I nod listening for the noise before seeing a rabbit next to the stream, it looks up taking off and I chase it but with my hurt leg it outran me running into a log. Archer watching me curiously as I reach my arm in trying to reach it, when I feel its fur and...