Big Bear -chap.4-
Taz coughed up the last of the water that was in his lungs. His throat felt sore after all of that hacking, and he was yet again, soaking wet.
Taz remembered the cub and quickly sprang up; ready to defend himself if he was going to attack. But what he found instead was the cub sitting there with a look of worry on his face.
"What??" asked Taz, apparently puzzled by the cubs change in attitude.
"Are you alright?" asked the grizzly.
"I'm fine!" snapped Taz
"Oh! Haha, I should have thought," said the cub. He smiled brightly.
"Ummm" Taz shuffled his paws, aware that his thanks were to be said in return for saving his life. But he just couldn't.
"Ummm?" prompted the cub
"Well…" Taz swallowed his pride and spit it out…. "Ummm…thanks for saving me…" said Taz. He felt ashamed of himself. How could he have been beaten by this other cub. Sure, he was a cub too, but he was somewhat more muscular than him.
"How did you learn to fight like that?" they both said.
"What?" they said together
BIg Bear -chap. 3-
Taz heard an annoying sound nearby. He turned over in his sleep and decided to just ignore it.
Something had poked him in the side.
Taz brushed it away.
Suddenly he felt something blowing in his ear!
He sprang up and looked around wildly for whatever had disturbed his sleep; he saw nothing.
He was about to go back to sleep when he noticed a small brown furry head peaking out from a trunk of a tree.
It stepped out. Taz realized it was a Grizzly bear cub!
He stood up, he felt the fur on his neck begin to prickle, and he began to snarl.
"Who are you?!" he said angrily.
"Who am I? Who are you is the question!" he replied.
"Your on my territory! Now get out!"
"Make me!" cried Taz, and with that, he lunged for the cub, aiming for the arm, so to pin him down.
The little cub skirted out of the way just in time and turned around and bopped Taz playfully on the head.
"Not bad, but not fast enough!!"
And he jumped towards Taz and grabbed for his arm.
Taz saw that move com
Big Bear -chap.2-
Taz remained in the tree until the next morning.
He cried mostly, and sometimes cried himself to sleep.
His mother was dead. He had seen it.
Taz eventually grew hungry and climbed down slowly. He looked around at his surroundings.
He had no idea where he was! More tears came to Taz's face as he stumbled aimlessly through the woods searching for buried nuts as his mother had once done.
He only found 3 nuts.
He must have wandered at least 5 miles, and around noon, he came to a river. He immediately thought of fish! He ran downstream to find a good spot to fish, and a little ways down river he spotted a thick log protruding out into the river.
Taz rushed over and stepped on. It felt mostly dry, but the moss that grew on it got slick the further out he went.
A small splash caught his attention, and with out hesitation, he scrambles onto the log. Out here he was able to see that the river was moving faster and he could see a couple of rocks here and there.
"I better be careful!"
It was a fine spring morning that Taz woke up to. He slowly stood and stretched yawned and snuffled at his mother.
"I'm hungry," he said
Mamma slowly blinked her eyes and looked at him.
"I haven't taught you how to hunt yet have I?" she said smiling
"Nope" he said briskly jumping on the balls of his heels, delighted at the thought of him actually catching his own meal.
Mama stood and yawned. It still took Taz a while to get used to how big his mom was, considering she was all scrunched up during hibernation.
Taz was a brown bear cub with soft, scruffy, dark brown fur and some tanner fur around the back of his neck. His mother was a huge dark, dark, brown bear, with massive paws and long teeth. Taz wanted to be as strong as she when he grew up!
They walked together for sometime scrounging for berries or buried nuts that some squirrel buried earlier "for them".
Every once and a while, Taz would see a small mouse running back into the safety of its hole, and he would run after i