The cub was a baby brown bear, slightly larger than a palm, likely born not long ago. Its eyes were still closed as it clung to its mother's belly, struggling to suckle from her nurturing pouch.
But the mother bear's body was already stiff. No matter how hard the cub tried, it couldn't extract even a drop of milk.
Lynch exclaimed, "How did you discover it?"
Logically speaking, his physical senses were far superior to Avery's, yet he hadn't detected any movements or sounds before.
Avery gazed at the cub, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Maybe it was my sixth sense."
She crouched down and gently touched the cub's fur.
The baby bear immediately perceived Avery's presence. It tumbled off its mother's belly, landing by her feet, then scrambled up to rub its little head against Avery's pant leg.
It worked hard and earnestly, constantly opening its mouth with soft, childish cries. Though the language was incomprehensible, the desperation for food and survival was unmistakably felt.
