She Let the Cubs Play Dress Up The Captain Believed They Were Being

The captain's hand froze halfway to the alarm because the predator cubs were standing at attention. Not snarling, not playing, standing still, wrapped in mismatched fabric, utility belts, scarves half a flight jacket, and one dramatically oversized helmet tilted over glowing eyes. Combat posture, or so it appeared, captain Wrath of the Keshe Dominion felt his spines prickle. One tapped its chest plate twice, imitating the human's earlier gesture. And when Wrath filed his report that night, his final note was brief, and trembling.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.