“Even the smell of meat can keep them circling back.” Catherine nodded, though her gaze drifted toward the fence, to the patch of ground where she’d last seen the cub. “It seemed… lost,” she murmured. “That’s the thing,” said the older ranger, glancing toward the houses down the road.
“We’ve had a few calls already. Folks are getting nervous. Pets on edge, kids kept indoors. They’re scared the cub’s going to hurt something or attract something bigger.” Catherine’s brow furrowed. “You think it’s dangerous?”