Holding the radio tight, he sprinted after the fleeing cub. Each breath stung his lungs, each stride threatened to send him sprawling on slippery ground. He yelled into the radio, trying to hail the wildlife officers. But static hissed in reply, offering no reassurance.
He heard the mother bear roar again, somewhere in the camp. The noise was followed by frantic yells. Nolan hoped she was all right, but there was nothing he could do if he got caught. He needed to make the call for help count.