It started getting dark and Diego found a cave to sleep in that night. He was sleeping peacefully until he heard sabers roar and someone running and coming closer. He got up and peaked outside the cave. Then he saw another saber. He was a small cub, he was about ⅓ of Diego's high, so he would only reach about halfway up his legs, and his body was about a third as long as his. His two long saber teeth were also shorter, about a third as big, along with his height and length, keeping everything in a usual body scale. He was probably only 3 years at most older than his and Shira's daughter, Hunter, who was only a quarter the size of Diego and Shira. He was running away from something, very afraid. The pack from earlier was chasing him. Diego followed close behind them, he was curious about what was going to happen. The cub quickly turned right when there was another path and hid in a bush right at the bent that started that path. The pack ran right past him on the path that he was originally on. Diego walked over to the place the cub turned, he was about to keep running when he heard rustling and turned his head towards it's direction. He walked over to the bush where he heard it and lifted up a few leaves with his paw. He saw the cub trembling in the bushes, looking out of breath and tired.
"Please. Please don't hurt me," the cub said.
He voice sounded modulated and cracked slightly at some points in his sentence. But it also sounded soft and gentle.
He then passed out and fell from exhaustion.
"What the…?," Diego said staring at the cub confused.
He heard growling and looked behind him. The pack was still looking for the cub. One member, the one that had growled was right behind Diego. He saw Diego, stared for a few seconds and kept moving. He didn't see the cub, Diego was in the his view. Every instinct Diego had was telling him to just turn around and walk away and leave the cub there. But if the other members of the pack came to the place where that other saber would have seen him if it wasn't for him blocking his view, they would see him. Diego looked back at the cub. He was too small, too weak, there was no way he could fend for himself on his own against a full grown saber, let alone a full pack.
"Come on Diego. No one can be heartless enough to leave a young, out cold cub to his death," he said to himself.
He picked up the cub with his teeth by the scruff which made him go limp. Front paws contracting in front and the lower halves folded down while the upper halves stuck out. The hind legs contracted, pulling in closer to the rest of his body. He walked away carrying the cub by his mouth. He moved quietly hid behind a large that could hid him when he saw the rest of the pack coming. He watched them go carefully. He stayed there until he was sure they were out of sight. He got out from behind the rock and walked back to the cave.