"What are you doing?" There was a roar at the door. It was Kolten's voice.

Instead of looking back, I held the baby in my arms.

"Put the baby down!" Kolten stormed up to me with a defensive look as if I was going to do something to the child.

The cub in my arms may have heard Kolten's voice and felt that his support had come, so he became more fearless. He was kicking around in my arms and leaning in the direction of Kolten. I don't know what to say, his eyes moist, as if I know he is the same.

Looking at Kolten, who was on the...