Mowgli and Kaa (New JB Tribute)
He had never been around these parts of the jungle before. It was pretty quiet…and dark.
The man-cub carefully treaded down the pathway, eyes and ears alert. Being alert was one of the vital things that life with his wolf pack had taught him was the key essential to survival. Especially with the lord of the jungle, the mighty tiger Shere Khan, out there somewhere hunting for him and his blood. The man-cub had never seen just how dangerous the tiger could be, until that brute moment, when he had clawed at his guardian, Bagheera the panther.
Mowgli felt terrible for running away from his injured guardian, but if he hadn’t, then Shere Khan would have killed him there and then. Running and jumping off a cliff would have probably killed him too, but he would have rather died that way than at the mercy of that tiger. It was thanks to a close call that he was still alive.
And now, he was out here, in a strange part of the jungle that he had never been in before.
Only a very faint