“Shit!” John said once he’d hit the water.
The bear didn’t think, just leapt into action. John had hurt himself. He knew ordinary humans were apt to break bones, sprain ankles and the like, and their recovery time was pathetically slow.
“Teddy?” John asked as the bear ran toward him.
Digging all four paws into the wet sand, the bear stopped just before he bowled into the man. The bear gave the still seated John a quick once over. Nothing appeared to be broken, although the man smelled oddly of vinegar again.
Moving closer, the bear determined to get to the bottom of the smell. Running his tongue over John’s face, he found the root cause.
“Give over,” John said, chuckling. “I’m sure I taste awful.”
Although the bear wouldn’t have used that word exactly, the taste wasn’t the most pleasant thing he’d sampled.