A Tiny Cub Cried Alone Where It Shouldn't Be And This Woman Refuse

A tiny cub cried alone where it shouldn't be, and this woman refused to walk away. The cry was wrong, not loud, not threatening, just small, thin, lost, cutting through the metallic silence of Dark Nine like a blade slipped between ribs. No one went into Dark Nine, no one came out, and yet there it was again, a cub's cry. A tiny cub, six eyes squeezed shut, fur matted with certain frost, claws the size of needles digging into nothing, a species she recognized instantly. Mara looked down at the cub, because humans don't survive by abandoning what cries for help.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.