“They’re not actually teddy bears,” Jack explained to his team in a low voice, “they just look similar.”
Truthfully, the creatures really did resemble oversized stuffed toy bears. There were around seventy of them, all shades of brown and grey, sitting in a circle in a woodland clearing.
“Are they having a picnic?” Gwen asked in an awed whisper.
“Clan gathering,” Jack replied. “Every year they choose a neutral planet and the clan leaders gather for a meeting; set up trade, exchange news, elect new leaders, that kind of thing. Don’t worry, they’re peaceful folk. By morning they’ll be gone.”