BaX whistled a tune that began like hello and ended like goodbye over and over until he came upon a bear with a metal mouth clamped onto its left hind leg, it was dead, BaX inspected the trap, it was a man's work, for sure, or womans, only a human could've made such a weak trap and make it useful against the wilderness and challenge himself/herself by living in the deep parts of the forest, whether for honor, competition, or stupidity BaX did not know why a human would live here, he had to be a hunter, only the finest game, BaX bent over and inspected the corpse, only a couple hours old, the meat was fresh and blood was still pure red and warm, not plastered to the brown fur, yet.