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AlisThey want to kill my son. My Arcas.
They’re going to die.
I will protect him with my life. I thought he was dead; I’m not going to lose him again.
I stand up, towering above them all. I’m stronger than them all, they stand no chance.
Arcas.
I remember him as a little baby, so delicate, so small.
Bear cubs are born blind and helpless; something I didn’t know before I had Arcas. How could I have, I was never in contact with bears until I was turned into one. He was so cute, so dependant on me. He had no teeth; a fact I was very grateful for when he suckled on my teats. All he did after he was born was yelp for attention and then suckle.
His voice was high pitched and immediately made me drop whatever I was doing. I learned how to pick him up with my teeth and carry him on my
