After carefully securing the spear, Lin Yang whittled a similar wooden long spear out of pine as a backup. With the addition of the axe and iron shovel he already possessed, he had armed himself to the teeth.
Using the emergency light, he checked his equipment several times to ensure everything was correct, before snuggling into his sleeping bag and closing his eyes.
The entire camp was quiet, a silence that spanned just a few dozen meters. If the bear fell into the trap, Lin Yang was confident that he would hear it, without a doubt.
The instinct for wilderness survival had been activated, with tense nerves at the ready, detecting even the slightest rustles or disturbances.
The first half of the night passed without incident. Lin Yang got up as usual to tend to the fire in the fireplace, adding a log. As he was returning to his sleeping bag to continue his rest, a dull roar came from afar.
