Moving The Cub
Thomas watched as the mom paced back and forth at the edge of the forest, more and more erratically. He was sure she was going to lash out at anything she perceived dangerous, which at this moment was Thomas.
Looking down at the cub, and then back at its mom, Thomas was beginning to put the pieces together in his mind. The cub was simply not able to move and join its siblings. Its mother was calling out to it but the little cub could barely lift its head. What Thomas saw next broke his heart.