brown bear brown bear what do you see?

“Traveling,” a simple answer to avoid an unwanted story but, it was still said with a pleasant attitude not intending to shut him down.  Kione made his way to the dead or dying bear, opening up the stomach tear a bit more before helping himself to a piece, talking as he chewed, “aiming to find more,” chomp, swallow, “of m’ kind.”  It was nice to share a meal, there was no pleasure in meals that went unshared with others, at least not as much.

Kione placed a paw on the corpse, biting in and ripping out a larger piece. “Don’t s’pose you’ve seen any about the land have ya friend?”  Kione had to keep up faith someday he would ask and hear yes, or someday he’d smell more of his kind and run to find them.  Hopefully, when he did they’d let him in.  Kione missed his own kind and their large families, the familiar voices, and living a life that made the most sense to him.


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