Hill greeted Oriana and the others, saying he probably wouldn't be back for a while.
He didn't need to worry that his departure would cause the three little bears to stir up trouble or run out of the camp.
For one, they adored the camp's lawn, and their honey supply had started. No bear would surrender the allure of honey just to venture outside.
The sweet life was their ideal paradise.
When the three little bears chatted, they never avoided Hill. In their eyes, Hill, who was not yet a demigod, was one of them.
Hill had long known from them that Nils had extracted the truth from his own mother. He knew that what they did would reach the big bear because the redwood trees outside the camp could pass on the message.
They really didn't want another thrashing.
They had calmed down quite a bit in the past month, feeling both pain and joy.
Although many big bears were willing to play with them, they often got played as well.
