Music might sooth the savage beast, but it apparently had no effect on a hungry one.

Paul looked down from his perch high in the branches of the tree, wincing at the wet crunching noises the bear made as it polished off what was left of his traveling companion.

He never should have gone with the flighty gelding in the first place. Mules, mules were a more dependable sort. Less likely to run into hungry predators willy-nilly. He shifted slightly on the branch, trying to take weight off of his bruised hip. That was the last time he let Ray buy mounts for the party… assuming the party ever came back for him.