Tanaka continued to circle, his pace quickened to nearly a trot before he finally came to a stop directly before the cub, the scent of blood heavy in the air around him. The cub certainly had courage, that was certain, but without guidance that courage was going to get him killed."I am known by many names, but you may call me Tanaka. Remember it well, for one day I shall kill you."
But today was not that day. The white lion was intrigued by the small gold cub, it would be interesting to see if that courage faded as he grew and to see what path it would lead him on. Perhaps he could be useful someday.
The lion turned as if to walk away, having grown tired of the game.
