The massive footprint on the crumbled forest floor held a single orange bundle of fur. The sight would have seemed somewhat endearing if you ignored all the destroyed trees and shrubbery that lead to this furball.

Of course, Rengar could believe it. That thing had just been after him and he could feel the weariness in his bones. He didn't know where it came from. Heck, he didn't even know what it was. All he did was throw the things toy one side and it almost became his doom.

He wouldn't try that again, that's for sure.

As he walked back to it, his curiosity heightened, he prodded the body. No reaction, but his ears twitched as he picked up the sound of breathing.

The little monstrosity was asleep.

He could just leave it there, carry on with his life. But as he got a good look at the orange thing he realized it was some kind of yordle. A child at that. He shuddered to think what its parents were to create such a beast.

He removed that image from his mind and started to walk away. At that point his mind was having doubts about leaving a kid for itself in the jungle. Granted, there wouldn't be anything here that could contest that since he'd cleared it basically of every predator worth a challenge.

It didn't change the fact that his mind was defying every fibre of his being by making him walk back to the runt. Stupid kid probably couldn't defend itself anyway.

Unless that other thing showed its face again. Better keep its toy safe for the sake of his life.

…

It was nearing nightfall when the yordle opened his eyes. Rengar had made a small fire for the runt with several fishes all lined up cooking on sticks. That had been what he was trying to catch, might as well make it known that he wasn't attempting suicide via a huge fist again.

To his surprise the thing jumped on his head and started babbling incoherently. It's not that he couldn't understand languages, but the hairball couldn't say anything worth understanding. When it was finally quiet the only thing that could come out of his mouth was a simple:

"What?"

That set the runt off again. This time it jumped off of his head and started making frantic hand gestures. As if it was looking for something. Then it dawned on the Pridestalker: he was looking for his boomerang thing. With a sigh he showed with his paw where the weapon was, right beside where the yordle had been sleeping.

'If he had taken the time to look instead of launch himself at my head he would've seen it,' he thought sarcastically to himself.

Seemingly more calm, the yordle sat down and stared at the not-amused face of Rengar who handed him a fish. He immediately started eating. It was then that Rengar realized: the kid didn't remember anything of what happened. Interestingly enough, the yordle was treating him the same way he did when they met. Slightly curious now, Rengar tried to question him.

"You have a name? As much as I'd just like to call you Runt, I think I have enough decency to accept a name."

The yordle stared with a clueless expression at him.

Growling in exasperation he attempted again, "Name?"

This time to his utter disbelief, the runt actually replied. "Gnar!"

"Gnar?" He doubted the thing actually realized what he said but he accepted it. It was oddly fitting anyway. "Right, Gnar."

Besides, it seemed that was mostly of what his sentences were made of, might as well make us of it.

The kid couldn't understand anything. Asking for anything was totally out of the question as even getting a name was a pain.

But knowing a suitable name could do little to help the kid's "literal talent" so to speak, but Rengar knew one thing. The kid was a hunter. His little weapon was proof of that, aside from him attempting to catch fish at the river. That could just be some way to get food, every living thing does that.

He had a certain respect for those like him, but for a squirt like Gnar to actually know what he's doing at such a young age was raw talent. He could definitely show the hairball a thing or two.

But that would imply that he would have to look after him. Just being in his company for five minutes was a pain, let alone an entire period of time.

And then there was that ridiculous temper that would surely show up again in the future.

Looking again at the yordle he was surprised again for the third time that day when all the fish was gone. So the kid had an appetite. It was honestly not the most bothersome aspect of Gnar but he could deal with it.

"It's the temper I might have trouble dealing with." Rengar spoke out loud with a grumble.

Gnar looked up at him expectantly.

"What? I gave you food. What else could you want?" The feline shrugged and turned away to stare into the forest. The runt slowly approached him, seemingly cautious. Then all of a sudden the wariness was forgotten as Gnar moved against his side, lying down in the process.

"Kid, you've got a perfectly fine fire over there." His words fell on deaf ears as Gnar's incoherent words seemed to get softer. In no time at all the Yordle had fallen, once again, asleep. Rengar sighed to himself.

What had he gotten himself into?

…

The next morning Rengar awoke to huge eyes staring at him. Slightly startled, he shoved the culprit away from his face and sat up. Then he remembered.

"Oh. Right. You."

Gnar jumped excitedly, but his energy served to lower the Pridestalker's mood even more. Feeling a headache coming, he attempted to start on his daily duties such as patrolling the jungle. This may have been a good idea at the time but he had forgotten that he had another thing to deal with.

The simple reminder of Gnar following him around was enough to put him off completely. The worst thing was when he turned to face the kid, Gnar was looking at him as if he expected something out of him. It was only when his stomach growled that he realized what he wanted.

"Fine, whatever. Follow me." Like the kid wasn't doing that in the first place. "Let's see what you can do."

…

It hadn't taken long to find a suitable thing to hunt. Just ahead of them, idly eating on the grass was a deer. It hadn't heard them approach which was a miracle, thanks to Gnar's incessant prattling.

Rengar pointed at the deer and Gnar turned his head slightly in confusion. Or at least Rengar thought it was confusion.

Pointing more violently, trying not to growl in frustration, Gnar seemed to understand and looked at the deer. To his surprise and utter mortification, the yordle walked right up to the deer, instead of being stealthy. He gaped at him for a second, as the deer turned to face him and he sighed, putting his to his face.

Turning around in defeat, Rengar began to stalk back to his den. He should've known the kid was too young for something like this.

"Tch, stupid runt. I don't know why I expected anything else."

But before he could go any further, the yordle called out to him. Turning back around, expecting to see the deer gone and the incompetent fool empty handed, he was greeted with the complete opposite.

Lying down, possibly dead, was the deer and its killer stood proudly next to it.

And for some profound reason, Rengar felt that same pride welling up in his chest as he took in the scene.

…

A/N: Something I tried to picture after reading Gnar's lore. Reviews are much appreciated!

Note: These will be short as they're just for fun. Idea's are welcomed!