What is it about this backwoods chunk of Thedas and bears anyway? It's worse than the perpetual stink of wet dog that seems to permeate every inch of Ferelden.

Aleron's riding by the area on a sturdy horse meant for long distances rather than sprints. He espies a barefoot Dalish first, and then the reason he's shouting. Being chased... by a bear. Maker, why? He has no intention to dismount and actually attempt to dispatch the bear by himself, but he's not about to leave the poor elf to become bear chow either. The horse might not be racing quality, but it can put enough distance between them and the bear.

Riding up to the elf's side, the Seeker reaches down a hand to help hoist Sorrel into the saddle behind him. "Come. We'll lose it."