Bear paw print filled with Celtic knotwork in copper tones on a black background, shown as a design rather than on skin.

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Bear paw with Celtic knotwork

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A bear paw print with five curved claws above three rounded pads, each pad filled with interlocking triquetra-style knotwork. The design is drawn with solid copper and brown shapes and clean, even edges, with a textured, slightly mottled finish. It sits centred on a plain black background with no visible skin.

Bear Paw Claw Celtic knot Knotwork Triquetra

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The snow had been falling since Tuesday when the bear's prints first came up the lane, a day before the coach stopped running and three days before my father stopped answering the bell for the upper rooms. I counted them from the kitchen window with flour still on my hands. Five claws, the front ones longer than my fingers, and three pads pressed deep enough to hold blue shadow.

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Nobody in Callow Dyke had seen a bear since the old menagerie burned, so Mrs Pell said it was a dog, and Tom the ostler said it was a dog with ambitions. Father only nailed a horseshoe above the back door and scrubbed the copper pans he'd bought off a tinker who swore they would keep out anything with teeth. He had the same knot scratched into every pan bottom, three loops twined through one another, the way the carvers did on the church door.

On the fourth night the bell in the yard rang by itself. I went down in my wrap with the candle guttering and found the prints ringed the inn, round and round, each one stepping over the last, until the trail closed like a bracelet around the doorstep. Where the snow had melted, something had pressed a triple knot into the stone, and it was warm to the touch.

In the morning there was a loaf on the step, still hot, wrapped in a cloth with a paw pressed into the corner. We never found the bear. Father says it was a debt, and old bargains are paid in bread when nobody is watching. I still keep one copper pan on the high shelf, and every winter I leave a slice on the sill.