This encounter took place on the night of the Super moon. We knew how superstitious "the bear" was and he was at his weakest during the perigee of the moon. He also had a weakness for a little Romanian minx named Kattita, she played both sides of the flag and when the price is right she will do just about anything.
She contacted him and set the meeting point. There was no way he would not show after what she offered him.
They met at the end of the trail knowing NO one would be there. Well no one except us.
They met, they exchanged pleasantries and then their dalliance began. She danced for him, round and round she spun for the hairy beast.
He lunged for her, kissed her neck and at that moment when we knew he had no thoughts of anything but her, we came from the trees.
The last thing he saw was our faces over his. She laughed, and he took his last breath.