"What!? Ha ha ha ha! No way! I bet when he grows up, he's gonna be a good bear!" America quickly dismantles the snare so that he can pick the bear up in his arms. It howls in distress as it's tightly held in the man's grip while being shown to the hunting partner. "See!? He's totally got a hero's face! He's gonna beat up the bad bears and save the uh, the lady bears! We can't just-"

Before America could finish, a low growl rumbled from not too far away. Just as he turned towards the direction of the sound, a much much larger, grown bear tore out from the cluster of trees. Its gaze focused on the smaller cub in America's arms then let loose a deafening roar and lunged forward.

"Oh crap!" Unfortunately, America hadn't put two-and-two together at the time, so he tucked the cub under one arm and grabbed Nepeta with the other to burst into a sprint. "That's definitely a bad bear! We're getting outta here!"