"Oh ok...well...I'm going to go hunt one more time..."
And with that Kael was gone, going from tree to tree checking his snares he had set out. First snare there was nothing but a squirrel...second snare was also nothing...but the third snare had a scared bear cub. Kael cursed. He knew better than to mess around with bears, even on a good day. This was not good. Mother bears were notorious for their protective tendencies. He cautiously approached the bear cub, and drew his knife.
"I'm just cutting you loose, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, carefully cutting the ropes that had trapped the bear cub.
The final rope snapped, and the bear cub got up, and without taking a look back at Kael, ran the other way into the undergrowth.
Kael let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Everything was good. No angry mama bear to contend with.
He stood up and put his knife away, only to see a very enraged mama bear, running straight at him.
Kael rolled to the side, making the mama bear run headfirst into a tree.
The bear charged at him again, and he tried to dodge, only the bear's paw caught him in his side. He let out a grunt of pain, and fell, preparing to defend himself, when the baby cub ran out, making the mama bear forget about Kael and turn her attention to her cub. They lumbered off and Kael was left alone.
His shirt had torn, and he was bleeding, but ok. He put a makeshift bandage on his side and stood up, wincing in pain and picking up the squirrel he had gotten from the first snare, and made his way slowly back to camp.
He got back and practically collapsed onto a log by the fire, breathing heavily.
"Got a squirrel, and that's it."