Blaise couldn't believe his luck, or lack-thereof. Who would have guessed that an angry mother bear had lived in that one particular cave? Very few foxes. So here he was: in a tree, scrambling up branch after branch to get away from the claws of the tall bear who was, thankfully, too large to follow. But the bear remained, and Blaise was stuck.
He finally reach a high enough branch, it was rather thick, too, and decided to make himself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as possible with a bear a little less than twenty feet below. Blaise needed a plan to get out of here. Other trees were too far away to jump to, and falling onto the bear would surely result in his own death. Climbing higher wouldn't help at all, either. Perhaps he could drop things on the bears head? But looking around, Blaise could find nothing by small branches that he doubted would have the desired affect.
Seemed hopeless; nothing will save him. Even passing foxes would be no help, because no one wants to get tangled up with a bear. Blaise would have to wait it out. Hopefully the bear would return to her cave soon out of hunger or fear for her children. Speaking of children, Blaise needed to get back to his own sons. It wasn't that they needed him, but they would probably start to wonder, and maybe even worry, depending on how long he was here.
