|Photo Credit: Segei Ivanov, One Big Photo|
The discarded plastic wrapper makes the faintest crinkling sound, but it is enough. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as Mama Bear turns. There’s no way she could be thinking it, but her reprimanding gaze sears through me. Beside her, I watch her cubs stiffen. Seventeen long seconds pass. Making only the slightest movement, I bend down, pick it up and put it into my bag, never breaking eye contact with her. Two seconds later, satisfied, she looks away. I let out a sigh of relief only to catch my own little one looking up at me.