"I'm not going in there," Knut stated and took a few steps away from the dark cave in front of him. "Nu-uh, no chance. We don't know what lives in there!"
"Are you scared?" one of the girls asked with a snickering laughter. "You're scared!"
"Am not!" Knut stated angrily and puffed his chest, but it didn't make him look any more intimidating when the girl was so much taller and stronger in built than Knut could ever be in his life.
"Yes you are. Go there and prove yourself if you're not scared."
Knut grit his teeth and rolled up his sleeves.
"But if I die," he then stated and pointed his finger at the girl, "then I'll come back as a ghost to haunt you for the rest of your life!"
The girl laughed.
"You won't die."
At this moment a low growl could be heard from inside the cave, the walls of it echoing it and making it sound like it was coming multiple directions at once. Everyone who had gathered around the cave gulped, Knut's in particular mixed with a sense of terror and dread.
"I'm going to die," he thought as he took a step closer to the cave and closed his eyes. "I'm so going to die."
But with everyone pressuring him to move on, Knut couldn't just go back now, and so he started making his way into the deep, dark cave that opened right in front of him. The deeper he walked in the darker it got, the light of the entrance soon not even reaching Knut anymore, leaving him completely in the dark. The walls were cold and from somewhere deep inside the tunnel dripping water echoed hollowly, and Knut could feel how the hair at the back of his head stood up like that of a scared dog's.
And then he walked into the furry something.
It was large and instantly let out a confused grunt as Knut crashed against it.
"Oh no oh no oh no," Knut thought in panic and tried to run, but his body had frozen still.
"S-sorry I bothered you," the boy then spoke with a shaky voice. A cold muzzle pressed itself against Knut's face, a wet nose directly against his cheek sniffing in the scent of this small stranger. He had no way of properly seeing the creature, but he could tell from the position of its head that it had to be standing on four legs, and so Knut made himself small in order not to intimidate the creature: it might have been many times larger than the boy himself, but animals often didn't understand human body language, and so trying to imitate their own was something Knut had found out to be working.
This action seemed to put the monster at ease, and soon Knut could feel a large, bear-like paw against his side, pushing himself closer to the being. It let out yet another grunt, but this time it sounded closer to purring and it lacked the tone of intimidation in it. Not wanting to get into trouble, Knut had no choice but to follow the furry beast's claw as it pushed Knut closer to him, and soon he found himself from the embrace of what felt like a very large bear.
"Dear Miras, I think it's mistaking me for its cub," Knut realized as the bear creature started stroking his hair with its tongue, smelly saliva falling down on Knut's face.
"I'm going to kill Cassandra when I get out of here," he thought as he grimaced.
He'd have to wait until the creature was asleep.