Illphated
The #Wanderer of #Whispering #Pines
A #ShortStory by #illphated and #unknown
Deep in the heart of the Whispering Pines forest, a black bear named Oren roamed. He was not like the other bears who stayed close to their dens, content with the same rivers and berry bushes. Oren was different—he was curious.
One crisp autumn morning, the scent of something unfamiliar carried on the wind. It wasn’t the usual pine and earth but something sweet, like honey warmed by the sun. Following his nose, Oren ventured beyond his usual path, past the towering cedars and across a stream that glittered like liquid gold.
His journey led him to a clearing where a strange sight awaited him—an abandoned cabin, its wooden walls entwined with ivy, its windows glowing softly in the morning light. On the porch sat a jar of honey, untouched and gleaming.
Oren sniffed the air cautiously. The forest had whispered of humans who once lived here, creatures who built things but never stayed long. But the place was silent now, only the wind and the rustling leaves keeping it company.
He stepped forward and dipped a paw into the golden sweetness, savoring the taste. As he licked the honey, a soft creak sounded from inside the cabin. Oren froze. Then, a flutter of wings—just a bird, startled by his presence.
Relieved, he sat down in the clearing, watching the leaves swirl in the breeze. For the first time, he felt something new—belonging. This place, with its abandoned beauty and the taste of adventure, was his now.
As the sun climbed higher, Oren stood and stretched. There were still many places left to explore, many scents to follow. With a last glance at the cabin, he turned and disappeared into the trees, the whispering pines guiding him toward his next discover.