âSometimes he looks like a squirrel?â
There was an awkward pause.
âWell . . . yes,â Lusaâs voice said from above them.
âNot often,â Ujurak offered helpfully.
âSometimes heâs a bird. Or another kind of bear. Or a flat-face,â Toklo said. He was almost enjoying the baffled look on Taqqiqâs face. âOnce he was a mosquito. That was probably my least favourite.â
âMine too,â Ujurak agreed.
Taqqiq hunched his shoulders, his hackles rising. âYou are all out of your minds,â he said. âBears donât turn into other animals.â
Kallik looked pleadingly at Ujurak and Toklo. âWe donât know that for sure, right?â she said. âWe havenât met
that
many bears. Maybe there are lots of others like Ujurak.â
âI doubt it,â Toklo muttered.
âBut
why
?â Taqqiq demanded. âWhy would youturn into anything else? Why would you want to be anything but a bear?â He pawed at his nose. âAnd if you
can
be anything in the world, why wouldnât you be a white bear?â
âHey,â Toklo growled.
âI donât know why,â Ujurak said. âIt just started happening. At first I didnât do it on purpose . . . Now I only try to change when itâll be helpful.â
âIs that what you were doing just now?â Toklo asked.
âNo, I was still a bear. I was following the stream to see if we could crawl under the BlackPath with it,â Ujurak said, pointing with his snout at the spot where the stream disappeared under the BlackPath. âBut itâs barely a trickle clogged with thornbushes under there. Thereâs not enough room for us to squeeze through. We have to cross over the top instead.â
âWe should do that soon,â Toklo said, âwhile itâs still dark. The firebeasts are more active in the day.â
âWait,â Taqqiq snarled. âThis doesnât make any sense. I think youâre all lying to me about Ujurak.â
âTaqqiq, we wouldnât do that,â Kallik said.
âJust show him, Ujurak,â Lusa said, inching downthe tree. âItâll be faster than talking about it.â
That was true, but Toklo didnât like it. Every time Ujurak changed, Toklo was afraid heâd forget about being a bear and never change back. Being a bear could be so hard; they were all tired, and hungry, and dirty. What if it was easier being something else?
Ujurak raised his head, thinking. All at once his fur started to ripple, like wind blowing across grass, and black speckled patterns appeared as the fur turned to feathers. He lifted his front paws, and wings sprouted along his forelegs. His neck stretched longer and longer while his body shrank. A beak appeared where his nose had been, and suddenly Ujurak was gone. A long-necked goose blinked dark, beady eyes at them.
With a loud honk, the Ujurak-goose flapped its wings and soared into the air. Much too fast for Toklo, the goose disappeared into the dusk-coloured clouds.
Kallik and Lusa watched him go with their eyes shining. They clearly thought Ujurakâs abilities were amazing, but Toklo just wanted to jump on the goose and sit on him until he was a normal bearagain. He clawed at the earth. Why couldnât Ujurak just stay a bear?
Taqqiq had his back pressed against a tree. His lips were curled in a snarl, and he kept whipping around as if he thought Ujurak was going to pop out and scare him.
âI donât like it,â he growled. âWhy do you all stay with him?â
âWhat do you mean?â Kallik asked. âDonât you see how wonderful it is? Ujurakâs special. Thatâs why heâs the right bear to lead us to the Place of Endless Ice.â
Heâs special, all right
, Toklo thought.
Especially irritating
. But deep down he agreed with Kallik. He just wanted Ujurak to come back so they could get on with their