Bear Feet

We found a place by the edge of the bay where several bodies lay strewn about. The figures were not Lossoth, but very different in garb and symbolism. I had my suspicions, so I think did Elveaner, though he kept silent for the time being. It looked like uniforms they wore, with the exception of one woman. 

They had been fishing. Small tents, of unsuitable design for the weather, had been set up nearby. Fishing rods, buckets and flags bearing almost known emblems were scattered about.

There was no mystery how they perished. The Ice bears were around in large numbers. Starving themselves, they likely made the most of an unexpected harvest. And then a cub walked up, and lay down by my feet to  sleep. 

My arrow was nocked, but I looked to Elveaner with an expression that said I did not feel threatened.