By now, you are old enough to go out on hunting rounds with your mother, and one day she takes you out to show you the ways of catching fish...you walk alongside her through the fresh snow, leaving two sets of pawprints behind you: one of large paws, and one of small paws. Gathering food is more fun than you thought, and you soon get the hang of grabbing fish with your paws. Satisfied, the two of you return home with big fishes clenched between your jaws...
Suddenly a gunshot breaks the silence. Then another. You watch your mother fall over into the snow, bleeding with fresh gunshot wounds through her head. You run away in terror as fast as your ursine body can carry you, and watch from a distance as a man with a gun and hunting clothes walks up to your mother's corpse and starts dragging her away as a trophy. Running all the way back to the den before he spots you as well, you swear to have revenge upon this man someday, even though you're currently unable of such a thing as your body is still young and weak.