She Felt Tiny Claws Tug Her Hair Turned Out'a Predator Cub Wanted

She felt tiny claws tug her hair, turned out a predator cub wanted to be lifted. Every weapon came up, every breath stopped, because the thing tugging specialist Mara Cade's hair was not a child. It was a predator cub, a jar and cub, six limbs, obsidian fur threaded with bioluminescent veins, needle teeth already grown in. The cub's claws loosened as she reached back, hands firm, confident. For one frozen heartbeat, the cub bare its teeth, and then it pressed its forehead against hers.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.