She Picked Up'a Stick The Cubs Used It To Teach Her Their Native Co

Now those same cubs watched her with wide eyes, whispering among themselves, stealing glances at the stick like it was a weapon forged from myth. The cubs didn't move, didn't breathe, until the smallest among them, a four-limbed furball named Yeary, shuffled forward, bowed his head and whispered. The cubs tapped the stick in rhythm, their native counting system unfolding like poetry. But here he grabbed the stick, the war stick, their symbol of impossible human power, and thrust it into her hand. One human plus many cubs weren't survival.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.