Strangely, I have no recollection of being hurt as the bear's teeth bit into my arm and all but jerked it loose at the socket. Moving with speed faster than any man could match, she crushed her long fangs into my shoulder, lifted me, and whacked me against the muskeg. And still there was no sensation of pain. I don't know how to explain it; maybe it was shock. I seemed to be fully conscious as I fought for my life in the only way I stood a chance: letting myself go limp by managing to twist about and remaining stomach down. A hand flew past my eyes, gushing blood like a leaky hose, and I clasped it at the back of my neck again while I rooted desperately into the damp moss. I knew I must not permit the bear to flip me belly up where it could rake out my guts with a single scoop of its meat-hook claws. My one chance was to feign death and at the same time try to shield my vital parts. Though I realized I might pass out at any time, I felt only an odd sort of numb detachment -- almost as if this macabre experience were happening to someone else. And then the bear took my entire head into her mouth.