“Since he can’t talk…”
“I’m sure he’ll bark like crazy. Dogs do.” Ansel got a few napkins before opening the door.
“We’re going with you,” Hugh stated.
“It’s probably long gone by now.”
“Famous last words.”
They made it to the privy and back with no more bear sighting, much to Hugh’s relief. Orion didn’t bristle, bark, or otherwise react to anything, so the men figured the bear was well gone by then. “But we still won’t let our guard down for a while.”
“Forever,” Hugh muttered, getting a commiserating hug from Ansel. That’s twice, today. Is he just being friendly, or what? He figured he’d find out in time. Until then, he wouldn’t press the issue. Not that it is an issue. As he’s said, or implied, if something does develop between us, more than friendship, what harm is there?