A lion woke up battered, bruised and bloody. As he tried to stand up a stab of pain went through his back leg. He looked down and saw a gash near his joint. A disturbing feeling went through his mind looking at his wound.
Trying to ignore it, the young lion tried to stand again and was successful. Winching with each step the lion carried on but then stopped and checked his surroundings.
"Where am I?" The lion cried out. "Mom? Dad? Anyone!" After taking a few steps the cub collapsed under his own weight as he saw more cuts on his front legs. "What happened…" Once again the cub checked his surroundings but this time he looked for a place to hunker down knowing that his injuries were too severe for him to be moving.
He noticed some rocks not too far away. Though with the taste of blood in his mouth the lion managed to mumble to himself "over there seems to be ok." Crawling over the dirt he awoke, on the cub managed to get to the supposed safe spot.
Exhausted after his short journey, the lion lied down and fell asleep thinking hopefully something would change the next day.
As the damaged cub fell weary, a mysterious animal appeared on the outside of the entrance and stared at the lion inside. The animal then moved out of sight as if not to be seen by the lion who was clearly out cold.
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