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"Welcome, Oyothan," said Vlaran, nodding respectfully to the older ranger.Author's Notes
"I came to discuss the fish run tomorrow. Reports from the scouts indicate that the bears are just getting worse," he said. "We're alerting all the fishers so that everyone knows to take extra care."
"Thank you," the women said, and Oyothan moved toward a knot of people sitting around the campfire.
Tuleri put away the berry stain. "I've never seen so many bears," she said quietly. "Usually they aren't a problem, but if they crowd each other -- and this early in the fish run they'll still be hungry and grouchy--"
"I know," said Vlaran. "The fish run always attracts a lot of bears, especially to the good fishing spots, but not like this. It worries me." She picked up a gig-spear and began sharpening the points. "We need the food, though, and the fish run won't last for long. We just have to take extra precautions."
This story came out of the July 2011 Muse Fusion. First I posted a photo of a bear fishing and some animal beads. Then Ellen Million drew the sketch of the bear bead. Then I wrote this story explaining how Vlaran came to have that bead.
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