“Do not ask,” Flint said. “What I do—” Thorn began. “Has nothing to do with bears,” Flint said. He nodded. “This is the cub of Sunbeam, of the Clan of the Long Dam. Sunbeam’s brother will no doubt come and avenge her.” The old bear said this with obvious sadness. “As will his friends.” Flint picked up the cub. “They are young, and understand nothing. I am old. I see you, Thorn. I know you.” He turned his back and walked away.
