His eyes met those of Simonovik, and the Bear nodded.

The Bear nodded silently and turned to her own displays.

The Bear nodded in a display.

Brim turned to Borodov, but the old Bear only nodded his head sagely.

Running Bear nodded in sympathy, then smiled slightly, setting an arm around the White Tiger's shoulder once again.

True Bear turned and nodded to Dietrich.

Bear nodded at the rows of ribbons adorning the general's jacket.

The Bears nodded their heads wisely as she sat.

Presently the older Bear straightened and nodded to Brim.

The Bear looked up grimly, then nodded and touched his forefinger to his thumb in the universal sign of satisfaction.