SEVEN
When Ursula woke, she wanted to stay in bed just a little longer. The winter furs were so soft and warm, embracing her like her mother used to do. She rubbed her face against them, letting out a little sigh of pleasure.
The fur growled.
Ursula's eyes flew open and she jerked away, falling from warmth onto cold, hard stone.
"No. Not possible," she whispered, scooting away from where she'd slept until her back hit the cave wall.
The enormous brown bear rolled over in its sleep, pulling her cub closer. An even bigger bear on the other side slept on, oblivious.
Mother, baby and father bear. She'd shared a cave with bears.
No, she'd slept in the soft arms of the mother.
A whimper escaped before she clapped a hand over her mouth to silence herself.
To stay would be insanit
