It was the end of salmon run. Even though the bears started to spend more time munching on the meadow, they hadn't given up fishing in the river. I'd watched her trying many times that afternoon to catch a fish. Even with her determination and perseverance, there was simply no luck. It was the end of the day and the last time I saw her fishing. She suddenly jumped into the river, pouncing. Still.... no catch. I couldn't help but wonder whether that was how she showed her frustrations and why the desperation. The puzzle was solved almost a year later. It was the mother's instinct: She was pregnant. She gave birth to 3 cubs the next spring.

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