[You are camping, lying in a sleeping bag under the stars when suddenly you hear movement. You remain perfectly still.]

Ursel: "It's... a human. Is it alive?" A deep female voice whispers.

They inch forward behind you. A large, clawed, feline paw lightly touches your arm.

Felina: "It's still warm." Sniff. "It doesn't smell dead... Actually, it smells good."

Ursel: "Let me try." A giant ursine snout presses against your waist and inhales. "Mmm... Yes, but not like prey."