The bear moved through his enclosure with the intent to find something to eat. He drew in a deep breath, trying to pick up the smells of something tasty. He could smell the sweetness of berries but where were they? He ambled along, checking the logs and trees in his enclosure. One, musty and rotting, seemed to have an extra sweet scent. With his long claws, he began to tear into it, his claws shredding it like paper. He paused to pick out the beetles and although they weren't the most filling, he enjoyed their crunch.
Finally, in a hole, he found the berries. A squirrel must have stashed them there. Too bad he found them first. He tore the h
The brown bear boar was still, laying on the floor of his den. Carefully, the team of vets looked him over. One, a woman, lifted his paw, examining his claws and paw pads carefully before working up his arms. She gently bent each one, checking it's range of motion before moving onto the next join. Another vet carefully pried the bear's mouth open, checking his gums and teeth. They were long but not incredibly sharp. But, the young vet knew if the bear was awake, he'd have no trouble making short work of the vet. In that moment, he was thankful for the tranquilizers.
Another vet took measurements of how big his paws where, how long his body w