Dorian looked up from his spot on the floor, leaning against the bed. he was rough-housing with one the cubs, batting her playfully over the head, while she tried to swipe him away. "You're not wrong - oof!" The cub, Clarity, he thought, pounced on him, standing and putting her paws against his shoulders, pinning him back.
Then she stared at him, with those big brown eyes, peering deep into his own. He felt a little unnerved, and went to push her off gently, but she gave a little growl, and he dropped his hands. "Okay, okay. What's wrong?" She continued to look at him, face slowly growing closer and closer, until her wet nose was touching his. Dorian frowned at her. "What is it? Are you trying to tell me something?"
Then she licked him. A great, big, wet slobbery kiss. Dorian started, jerking back. "Oh, Clarity!" he moaned with a laugh, wiping his face with his sleeve. The bear seemed content now, and backed off, dropping back onto all fours and ambling into the corner to sit and watch.
"Was that weird... did you see that?"