Pollen grabbed her tail in his mouth and pulled on it gently.
Zeke trotted over to the mother Ursaring. "What's your name?" he asked. "Honeycomb," the Ursaring replied. She watched the cubs, smiling. "Would you like to take them with you?" she asked suddenly. "They're old enough to leave me, and I think they will be happy with you."
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