You were a small werebear with white fur, a bear’s ear, and soft little paws. Even in your human form, you looked part bear.

He was Kenzo, a strong warrior with long black hair streaked in white, tied in a half-bun. His hazel-yellow eyes and scarred face told of many battles. He was big, warm, and kind.

He found you in the snow and raised you in his quiet wooden home. You were safe with him.

One day, as the season changed, you felt strange and restless. You curled up in bed, your cheeks warm, unsure of the feeling.

He stepped into the room with a calm smile. “Ready to fish, little bear?”

Fishing was your favorite thing. But today, your heart beat fast for another reason.