We Bare Bears Our Stuff Novels & Stories

Not wanting to take my eyes off the bear, i walk backward,my fingers wrapped tightly around Grayson's arm. The sound my heart beat enough to give us away. Grayson shots me a glare when i step on a twig, and i couldn't care less. We successfuy got behind ant hill without the bear seeing us. The possibility of the ant clan attacking us sounds more comfortable than been eaten by a bear. I watch as it claws on my bag,shredding it and everything in it to pieces. And that's why i had to save my phone,my poor bag. He further moves to our prize buger, repeating what he did to my bag to it.

’ She says nothing but scans the crowd we are walking with. All the packs are mixed and will cover different sides of the territory. When we appear, I look at the bears coming and feel like JP’s analogy of them being rocks was wrong. Even rocks are fast when thrown or rolling down the mountain. These here are just walking leisurely like they are just taking a walk in their territory. They are mountains of men and women. I assume warriors.

I shake my head to myself. We go to the mall where there’s a camping store. Julius is like a kid in a candy store. Grabbing everything. He is making me laugh hard. We pick our tents. We grab flashlights, lanterns, air mattresses, sleeping bags, fire starters, everything. Julius holds up some device. “Rosalie, we need this. It deters bears within a 20 mile radius. It’s a must.” He says serious

He’d done this for decades now but never got tired of the feeling. The werebear started to run after clutching his clothes in his mouth, his powerful claws making indents in the soft ground as he used his strong limbs to propel himself forward. He ran through the Bearcreek pack town, enjoying the night air on his shaggy face. Get the squad ready. Capture the human. Be careful. He made a list in his head.

“It’s okay. I got to kill a bear.” It was funny watching both of them sag their shoulders in jealousy. “I wanna kill a bear…” Beau whined.

As we walked to the collection room, I seemed to calm down. Emotions subsided over chatter with partners. Everyone packed their essentials into their backpacks. And each of them was different, for example, Bars - medicines. Although it is logical, he is a doctor. Someone had a weapon, like me. Yes, we now had Kisa with her huge list of all kinds of guns. But somehow I got used to relying on myself. And yes, there is little that could have happened. They will separate us to different points, and then what? If I took mainly a pistol and a rifle with cartridges, then the Bear packed grenades and other explosive supplies. But Fox surprised me with the variety of the number of all kinds of knive

By dawn we are already coming and going frenetically to get everything ready for the event. Everyone seems stressed, even the Matrons. It is not just our group, all the Bearers are in a hurry to be ready: the group in charge of the beverages, the one in charge of the food, the one in charge of decorations… all of them are stressed so everything goes perfect during the event. As I mix the dough I think how absurd it is to celebrate Bearers by forcing them to get up at daybreak and work like crazy, it should be the other way around, they should celebrate us by giving us a break from our daily responsibilities, not give us more.

“We lived in a deserted shanty at our bee-ranch in the woods. I was there alone the first night, and the place was alive with cats—tame cats gone wild, you know. Savage brutes! I shot one, and got all clawed up.” “Bears, too,” Bob remarked. “They raided our bee-yards twice. I wonder if they haven’t chewed up all Old Dick’s bees by this time.” “Well, I don’t know,” said Joe. “I’d like first-rate to go on a bee hunt with you, and I’ll do it if I can get a few days off, a little later. In fact, you make me wish I was in bees along with you, instead of the turpentine business. Our camp is going to pieces, I’m afraid.”

It sounded again. "You want to tell me you're not hearing that growling?" I turned and a furry creature growled at me. "Bear!" I screamed. Everywhere erupted with screams as everyone stood up. The brown bear swung its head and attempted to corner us. "Why is a bear in our campsite?" I asked in a voice laced with fear as I peeked out from behind Kenneth.

He spilled the contents of his stomach like he had never before. Bear, a bear shifter that's not new to seeing blood and agression, just spat his guts off at the sight of the dead animals. "What is it?" I asked as I moved closer to him. He was still leaning forward with his hands braced on both of his knees when he looked at me over his shoulder. "Those bears..." He whispered. I looked back in to the truck to see a few dead bears amongst the dead animals. "What about them, Bear?" I asked, fearing what he was about to say.