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.
Ducking behind a large snow mound, he held his breath. The cub pressed into his side, quivering. Bootsteps crunched dangerously close. He closed his eyes, barely daring to inhale. Then the radio crackled to life, a voice emerging faintly through the static.