The bear

[Erin]

With a mutters, the sturdy warrior rolled out a big wolfskin on the ground of the forest. The little, deeply breathing animal besides him didnt care about the noise. It appeared to sleep deep and peaceful. With another loud noise, he seated down on the wolfskin. Did grasp a uncrowded bottle of wine out from his bag. Emptied it in one gulp. That was all left, to stop his rumble stomach. The crumbs of his last cake hung still in the fur of the animal besides him. The moves of the gods seems to mysterious, as always. Just those houers, he skinned wolfs and bears - and now, he had to care about this little Thing. Must be another game of Nargon, sure! But..no! Slowly but surely, whatever the elfess sayd, he was sure this little thing was just a normal, young animal. No magic, no transforming, nothing strange. Nothing more. Slowly he did understand, what happened. The wolfpack, whitch lifed near the rock, where the bears life, killed the mother of this little guy. It had to be almost a miracle, this little cub survived nearly unscathed.
Erin streched his own body, did lie down near the animal upon the fur. Did take a look again after the cub thoughtful. After another weary sigh, he moved the little, sleeping body carefully upon the fur, closer to his own body. The sleeping cub moved a bit, streched his body in sleep, turned around. His little paw landed amidst Erins face. Trustful, he did sleep still deep and nestled himself now near the body of the human. "You are now father of a bear" she called him before. What a irony of fate! He, the bearish, sturdy Guy should care now after this little cub. Doesnt matter, how mutch he did mentally curse and grumble, the truth patently was, by now he locked this little guy in his heart. He would not leave him alone, after the gods committed him to this assignment. Finally, he knows very good hisself, how it feels, to lose of everything in this world. He would care about him. With the smooth paw on his face, he lastly did fall asleep beside the little bearchild...