When I went outdoors, I noticed a massive bear on the porch with a cub in its mouth: The mother bear placed the youngster gently on the ground while I gaped at them in disbelief, and then she did something totally out of the ordinary.
It had been over a month since my wife and I had relocated to the highlands. Both of us were sick of the city, its incessant commotion, its traffic, and its invading neighbors. Everything was different here: the pine tree aroma, the fresh air, and the calm, interrupted only at night by the crackle of the fireplace.
We had at last achieved the rhythm we had always envisioned for our life. However, everything changed one day.
We saw footprints close to the porch for a few days in a row. We initially believed they were from raccoons or squirrels. Then— foxes, maybe.
However, the songs grew bigger and more recent with time. I hoped they weren’t from bears or wolves, which would be far worse. However, I was mistaken.
I went outside to fetch some firewood that morning. I froze as soon as I opened the door.
A huge brown bear was standing on the wooden porch directly in front of me. And there was a small cub in her mouth.
My throat tightened each breath. The bear remained motionless and did not howl. She simply stood there and gazed directly into my eyes.
I recalled all of the instructions on how to interact with bears: avoid moving, yelling, and making eye contact. However, I was already.
The bear moved ahead gently. My chest was thumping with my heart.
“This is it,” I believed. “It’s finished.”
The cub was then gently placed on the ground by the bear. I assumed she was releasing her mouth first because she intended to attack me. However, she subsequently took an entirely unexpected action 
The animal used her paw to indicate the cub. The infant let out a low whimper. Then I noticed that it had a bit of wire stuck to its back. It had a severe wound from an old trap that had sunk deep into its skin.
I now knew why they had arrived.
The bear stepped back and growled softly, as though to warn me to be careful.
I carefully crouched down and held up my hands to indicate that I meant no harm.
“It’s alright,” I muttered. “I’ll assist.”
The cub shuddered but remained motionless. I cautiously reached for the cable, tugged, and released it. As the youngster let out a painful squeal, the bear growled and stood up on her hind legs.
I went cold.
“I’m simply keeping it!” I spoke loudly while attempting to sound composed and fearless.
After standing for a few more seconds, the bear descended once more and gave me another look. Her eyes were filled with trust this time.
My wife answered my call, “Bring the bandages! And, hurry up, the first aid kit!
We wrapped the cub’s wound and treated it together. The mother stood close by, still, the entire time. She observed everything I did, and the only sound was her labored breathing.
After we were finished, I took a slow step back. After gently picking up her youngster, the bear vanished into the jungle without turning around.
Several weeks have passed since then. My wife and I occasionally spot new tracks close to the porch in the morning. And I always grin because I now know who abandoned them 
