The momma bear tilts her had, staring at me through angry eyes. I can almost imagine the thoughts whirling around in her huge, furry head. She's wondering if I'm a threat to her baby, protecting him like any mother should do. The cubs quite a bit smaller, with light brown fur and ears that pop up over her head. He doesn't seem afraid of me, more like curious, wanting to explore more then fight. But the momma bear has a different idea, with her sleek, dark brown fur and steal eyes anyone would be afraid of her. She challenges me, daring me to come closer to show me what she would do for her cub. This is my territory she seems to say, pawing at the vibrant green grass under ground with her huge threatening claws that could swipe me to the ground
