But whatever was out there did not move—did not think—like a human. It was at least as big as a human, though. It was circling this strange thicket that had appeared in its hunting grounds, sniffing at it, probing it with swipes of its paws. Discovering that it came apart rather easily. It was a bear—it could be nothing else—and it was homing in on the back of the truck, where Zula was.
