Ash made his way what he he assumed was south. Traveling down the length of Little Bear's Chest was more difficult than he thought it would be. Not only did he had to go through the thick fur but he also had to deal with the surface rising and falling with every inhale and exhale. It was like being on a boat during rough seas. He even lost his balance once or twice. He was certain the cub could feel his movements but then he wasn't overly concerned about winning either.
The rising and falling subsided telling Ash he'd finally reached the expanse of Little Bear's Stomach. The rise and fall was replaced with gurgling noises from beneath him. Deep Beyond his fur, skin and muscle the cub's digestive system was at work breaking down his breakfast or whatever it was he'd eaten last.
".......Nine.....Ten.....Eleven...."
Running out of time, he'd better hurry this up. Ash moved quicker, occasionally hearing a giggle. He didn't want to get caught right away so he forced himself to slow down just a little bit. Suddenly he came upon what he could only describe as a crater of sorts. A Belly Button? He didn't think Bear's had one. Well whether they had one or not Little Bear certainly did, and it made for a perfect hiding place.
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