whistle while we work

Ursa was not the bravest of the litter. She also wasn't the smallest, the largest, or the smartest. One might have thought she was average or middle of the pack, but her rotund sides that stuck out farther than they should were an indication that at least part of her was... abnormal. Honestly, just loved to eat as much as she loved to learn. Any time she had to sit and listen, one could probably find a snack or bone being chewed on. Her mouth always had something in it unless she was sleeping and even then, she often fell asleep with that nasty, chewed-up, gross bone that her mother kept nagging her about.

It was that very reason that had forced Ursa outside that morning. Aside from learning all about the garden and what the plants could do for others, Ursa was also interested in hunting. Which surprisingly few of her other siblings were also interested in. That didn't bother her much. Rather, she enjoyed the quiet over the rough and tumble way of her siblings. Instead, as she gathered her supplies, she sang a soft melody to herself and kept busy. Today, she was going to attempt skinning a few hares she had just brought back from checking her nearby traps. Those darn critters were not going to destroy the garden today!