She Heard Growling Behind Her It Was'a Cub Practicing to Sound Brav

The little predator stood in the shadows, fur bristled, claws half extended, jaw trembling as it forced another growl from its throat. Behind the cub, the station shook again, enemy boarding craft slamming into the hull. Because the cub wasn't hiding. Later, after the battle, after the enemy retreat, after the outpost still stood when it shouldn't have, records would show something unprecedented. Years later, when that cub stood armoured at the front of a war council, scarred, lethal, unstoppable.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.