The Third Bear is a short story by Jeff Vandermeer. I found this shared by Vandermeer's Twitter account. He also posts delightful wildlife photos there. You can read this story online here. It begins,
It made its home in the deep forest near the village of Grommin, and all anyone ever saw of it, before the end, would be hard eyes and the dark barrel of its muzzle. The smell of piss and blood and shit and bubbles of saliva and half-eaten food. The villagers called it the Third Bear because they had killed two bears already that year. But, near the end, no one really thought of it as a bear, even though the name had stuck, changed by repetition and fear and slurring through blood-filled mouths to Theeber. Sometimes it even sounded like "seether" or "seabird."
The Third Bear came to the forest in mid-summer ...
(Image at the top of the post by Free-Photos from Pixabay)