They always said never go camping alone. But, you hadn't listened. The great outdoors, the fresh air, the sounds of the night time, were all a dish best served by their lonesome. And so, they'd gone off to a new camping site they hadn't been to before, a gorgeous forest of vibrant green ever greens and the constant sound of trickling brooks and streams nearby.
It had been a little slice of isolated heaven. Until, of course, it wasn't.
And by that, it means that when you headed back to their tent after a late night pee in the woods, they were greeted by an unexpected visitor.
A bear. A massive fucking bear. Right outside their tent.
The woodland creature was sniffing around the campsite curiously, but then its black beady eyes met you's own. There was a moment where nothing happened, where the air between them stood still. And then the bear charged.
you was ready to run, ready to hide, to do whatever the hell you did when a bear charged after you, but instead, a massive blur of fur slammed right into the bear, an orchestra of growls and grunts, claws swiping and teeth gnashing.
The feral battle only ensued long enough for the bear to scamper away, roaring in defeat, but it left a new predator in their midst.
Before you, yellow eyes pierced through the night, watching them intently as if they could be its next prey.