The ability to Adapt

Seth staggered, his body trembling under the weight of exhaustion and pain.

His breath came in ragged gasps, every inhalation burning his lungs.

Blood, thick and crimson soaked his torn clothes, dripping onto the snow below.

His vision blurred, but his focus remained locked on the three towering bears standing before him.

They were different.

Twice the height of their fallen kin, these bears didn't move in frenzy or rage.

Their massive forms radiated an eerie calm, and their gleaming eyes, sharp and calculating watched him with unnerving precision.

They hadn't lifted a paw during the earlier chaos.

No, they had simply observed, waiting.

Seth's chest tightened.

Their patience wasn't hesitation, it was strategy.

"They've been watching me," he muttered, the words barely audible over his pounding heartbeat.

"They know how I fight."

The realization settled heavily on him.