"Honestly," Mike replied after a pause, "I have no idea. It's hard to remember the details of what happened, but I think he was on high-enough ground that he avoided the worst of the tidal wave. On the other hand, there's no telling what happened to him after that. We'll just have to wait and see…."
He trailed off without warning, going still as a stone. His eyes were locked on something up ahead. Very slowly, he lifted his hand and pointed at a clearing in front of them.
By now, it was raining quite heavily, and mist was starting to build around them, making it harder to see. But it was impossible to miss the huge, thickly furred shape lumbering through the trees only a few yards away. It was a bear, limping slightly and holding its head low. Its fur was singed and badly burned in places. When it reached the clearing it stopped, turned in a circle, and lay down, letting the cool rain soothe its wounds.
Mike glanced at Tanrial. "It's the forest beast," he breathed. "We'll have to find a way around. Be very careful."