Beasts: Diary Entries of Unspoken words

Jou (Salem)

In this Neck of The Woods 

The first day I met Andrew, he was nothing but a small little cub. At the time I was staying in Canada when I first met the little tyke. What stood out about him most was that his parents weren't around. The little cub barely knew how to toddle let alone walk and he was awfully close to the edge of the river. Anyone with half of a brain knew that anyone falling into the strong current will sweep you out for miles. Not to mention you'll die from pneumonia if not anything else at this season. The little one barely had a chance to survive,no he didn't have any chance of survival. And the small idiot was crawling over,chasing one of those Monarch butterflies if I remember correctly. He was practically enchanted by it,since then again he was only five at the very most. He slipped past a rock and flinched at the cold temperature but like most cubs,they have poor attention spans. He ignored it and fell into the cold currents. I couldn't watch him just freeze to death like that. Even for my standards that was just downright cruel in my eyes. Though he couldn't just see me in my human form,not that it would matter. He wouldn't even remember what I would look like nevermind that it would have had happened. And so I dove in,in my bear form. It made sense,I can always transform later to dry off. I wouldn't freeze this way. After he was safety out and moderately warm for a human cub I have clothed him. Unfortunately he had grown attached to me,hanging off my arms and clinging to my torso and giggling. From what I saw his own father wasn't nearly anything near my height so I must have been quite a change from what he was used to in his family. Truthfully I liked him myself,I never was able to have my own cubs so this was a nice pace from my usual monotone lifestyle. It was entertaining to see him crawl about and when he was feeling more adventurous toddle around the cave. He gripped the walls to keep his balance and I managed to encourage him to walk towards him. I felt like a father. A real actual physical father,not to say I didn't have one but he did leave me and my mother after I was born. He wasn't too keen on settling down just yet.

I couldn't keep him. I knew that. It kept nagging me in the back of my heads as the hours and soon a day or two went by. I followed the scent of his parents back to their home and laid him down on the steps. I waited until he was asleep,I didn't want him to cry about me or wander off elsewhere. I rang the doorbell and hid to watch the young couple be overjoyed  at the return of their son. They didn't deserve him,they were neglectful of him but eventually I would get my little boy back.

I just didn't know it at the time.

 Not until I was staring at him,in the busy streets of Manhattan.