I had no idea what the hell I was going to do with the bear. It was heavy, awkward, and smelt pretty bad, and I was worried that it might puke on me at any moment with it being drugged out of it's gills.

And I had made it my problem.

Crap, why did I make it my problem again? In hopes of sparing it from the pit fights that the Empire ran? Just to get it away from the idiot duo before it woke up groggy and mauled one of them in self defense?

Black bears were not typically a danger to humans, they were smarter then that. Putting aside just how dangerous humans were thanks to modern innovations, humans were big, heck some humans were bigger then a significant percentage of black bears. People forget that because we always compare ourselves to horses and elephants for some reason but mankind was one of the largest and most successful predatory species on the planet.

That was not the sort of thing that most animals looked at and instantly thought 'food' about. Way too much trouble to be worth, it even outside all our fun toys and nigh endless supply of backup.

Bears were comparatively clever and lazy critters, they wanted a meal, not a fight. That's why they went for stuff like fish and honey. Bees couldn't do shit to them, memes bee damned.

~That was horrible~

Thank you.

All that said, if you backed a bear into a corner, it'd do what pretty much any cornered animal would do and lash out. Because for all the bear don't want no trouble, it'd certainly give you plenty ifyouare the one picking the fight.

And that did not tend to go well for any human involved.

~Huh I wonder how much of that applies for humans carrying bears around on their back?~

And that would be why I still had my armor on, though it was definitely starting to chafe.

I dropped the bear off a bit from my campsite just sort of... plopping it down a bit away from my tent, though still in view of the front of it. Armor fading back into my skin almost immediately after as I then strolled right back into it.

Well that was a trip. Failed to learn the charm I was after, learned a completely different one by accident, had my camp invaded by a well meaning stranger, encountered a group of possibly well meaning idiots, and now I had come back 'home' with a heavily tranquilized bear. What the hell was I supposed to do with a drugged up bear? I kind of wanted to check it's pulse but between the thick skin, thicker fur and general hassle of it I settled for confirming that yes, it was still breathing.

I watched it breath slowly, drawing in a breath, then exhaling. It kind of reminded me of an old dog breathing their last few breaths.

I'd had dogs, I'd watched them grow, age and die. Watched how the sheer weight of living while that exhausted started to get to them. This... reminded me a bit too strongly of that.

Damn it, tranquilization was a pretty exact science. There was a reason anesthesiology was an entire branch of medicine in and of itself. It was very easy to mess up one way or another. Allergic reactions and comas were just the start of what could go wrong.

"Damn it," I vocalized it this time as I growled out then broke out the stupid laptop that Lisa insisted I take with me, mind clicking back to recall how to use the overly complicated thing.

The battery still had a good charge to it, which was good. Unfortunately the satellite uplink function was a major power hog, which wasn't.

Still enough to get done what I needed done.

Right... there was probably some sort of wildlife preservation office for the area. It was time to see if the powers of all mighty google were as potent on Earth Bet as they were at home.