Moonspear bear necessities

"Don't set one foot outside this den, young lady," Kala said gently to her cub. The mother bear had carried her up from the bowels of the mountain but didn't want her venturing beyond the cave's mouth just yet. She was still too small and vulnerable. "Do you understand? I won't be gone long. I'm just going to find us some food, sweetie." She reached out to nuzzle her daughter, then slowly turned and lumbered forth.

Kala enjoyed the fresh air as she shuffled along a mountain path, huge nose combing along the ground. She hoped to forage some berries and other roughage for her young to eat but if she came across something to hunt, the capable predator would love to bring back some meat for her baby girl. The cub was looking a bit thinner than Kala would like and she wanted to make sure to raise her up big and strong like her mother had raised her.

She had walked perhaps two miles when she came across a fresh mountain spring. Her beady eyes brightened as she shifted closer to the edge of the stream, scanning for any sign of fish.