Predator Turnabout

"The flies were the first thing he noticed, then the smell. Blood, and lots of it.
Ahead, just off the trail to the right, there was the bear they'd been tracking. A young male, big, pushing a thousand pounds, easy, and deader than shoe leather, too, a slashed-up mess of fur and gore, sprawled there. "What the fuck? Who killed my bear?!"

"Richardson shook his head. "Had to be another bear, to do that kind of damage. Lookit the way the fir needles are all tore up, over there. Must have been a helluva fight."

"As the three drew nearer, Regal frowned. "Where is its head?"pg.33 chpt.3