A shadowed figure moves silkily through the outskirts of the Prideland, paws moving skillfully against the dirt. He jumped in the air, snapping at the hovering butterfly playfully. "Aw, come back. I just want to play." He pawed at the sky, huffing slightly as the butterfly raced away. He ran across the outskirts, the sun beating against his back.
He slowed down, ears slowly falling back against his skull, hearing stranded cries. He puffed out his chest, he was not afraid of anything. Nothing at all. Slowly, he followed the cries, and haulted. The cries had stopped. He hunched low, stalking the prey, the cry. He pounced out into the grass, skidding to a hault. "Ah!"
A small hyena cub lay on the ground, alone. He blinked, eyes wide. He slowly sunk to his haunches, prodding at the hyena. It was his enemy, yet it was so alone, stranded. "Uh ..."
He stared at the strange fur ball, hunching his shoulders, smiling painfully, waving cautiously. Suddenly, he heard laughs behind him. He turned around, gasping. Hyena's .. He stood, backing away, turning around and rushing for the exit. Any exit.
He skidded to a sudden hault, staring at the large hyena in front of him, wincing. "Look, it's time for a cub, sandwidge. Get it? Cub Sandwich!"
Taking the opportunity as the Hyena cracked a joke, he made a run for it, his small paws carrying him as fast as they could go, his heart racing. Suddenly there was an almighty roar, and he knew he was saved. But would he be saved from his own father? He sighed, smiling as his father saved him once more.
