3 Abandoned Cubs

The humid rainforest air is heavy, and the cicadas are screaming in the trees outside, but inside the den, the noise is much louder. Three fluffy, oversized Siberian cubs are tumbled together on the cool stone floor. They look out of place with their thick coats, their eyes wide and glowing in the shadows. They aren’t just crying like normal animals; they are using words, their voices small and desperate, echoing off the walls of your sanctuary as they wait for you to acknowledge them.