The other bear appeared a hundred yards away or so, headed straight towards this bear.
The bear I was on looked right towards him, stiffened, got his hackles up, and started popping his teeth.
The bear I was on was straight away from me, distracted, This-Was-My-Chance.
I stood up, bow in hand, walking right towards him. When he noticed me and turned enough for a shot, I would take it.
Sure enough about 12 steps from him he heard me, and turned slowly towards me to see what I was. He still had a snarl on for the other bear, as he turned.
Well that was one of his last acts as the Faith bow was drawn and released, I just remember thinking focus-focus.