So I have a plot to this story based on a interesting animal story I'd read in the newspaper. But depending on people interest, I could cut it short. This was just more of a cute fluffy story. Also to point out, the italicized are the narrator/wildlife conservatives (they will play the observing role). So anytime i point to Vanitas POV, they aren't actually hearing the animals talk. But they do interrelate the actions. I made this story because I do love animal documentaries, especially for abnormal animal behaviors.

Year 0 day 1

We continued observing the two cubs as evening rolls around using night vision cameras and advance audio detectors. The pride's lionesses had left the cubs for a communal hunt. Their defenseless cubs are either left in acacia trees or in abandoned mongoose burrows. The air is serenaded by the nocturnal wildlife awakening from their daytime slumber.

Vanitas POV

Night time is my favorite time of the day. No more blistering heat, blinding light from the sun and no parents to tell me what to do. Tonight would be perfect, except now I have to babysit the runt.

The weakling cub makes more whimpering,"Gah…, big bro, I hear something."

The sounds of hyena cackling it up, the buzz from wasps and locust overhead; night time can be loud, but it never fazed me. I just wished this runt would just zip it.

"Nothing will eat you tonight, runt. So just sleep until mom comes back", I tried to relax him. I really feel like sleeping. I don't like to interact much with the other cubs. I only volunteer to watch this runt because he would probably get everyone killed from his relentless cries for help. Lots of animals would enjoy eating cubs like me or the runt unless we kept quiet.

"*sniffling* I-I'm scared, bro. Help me," the runt sounded like he was already caught by some predator. Oh someday, I'll be the top killer in these lands. Not even the hairless 2-legged monkeys would dare faced me once I'm grown. In the now, I gotta survive and keep this guy from attracting unwanted attention. I moved to him since his legs needed time to develop strength. Heck, I know it took me one day to start walking; no surprised the youngest cub wouldn't be on all 4s yet.

I caressed his cheek with mine, "just shut up. I'll protect you from the cub killers at night". I just had to sound that cocky. Well, if it keeps his mouth from making a sound.

"C-Can you lie on top of me, I'm feeling cold *shudders*." This runt was right. The night time does get cold, too cold for those brand new to life. I carefully positioned myself on top so that my head was on his left shoulder. My tail entwined with his tail and I lifted my paws over his. I was probably about 1.5 times his size. I worried that my weight could suffocate him. It seems that he was breathing fine with my additional weight. He's stronger than he looks or sounds. "Big bro, you're so kind and hot."

I felt the blood rising to my head. "Of course I'm hot, you're so damn cold. I could freeze the Nile with you". I don't know why I even said that. I just couldn't figure out how to respond properly.

*prrrr* *prrr*

"What was that?" I know the sound was coming from the sapphire eyed runt. Yet, no other cubs had ever made that sound.

The confused cub faced me, "I donno. *prrr* I just like making that sound when I'm happy and with you."

Curse his innocent youth. I'm so curious and content listening to this sound, this purring. "Fine, sleep well Runn… actually you need a name."

"Can you name me, big bro?" The nameless cub seeks my limited naming wisdom. I could name him 'cloud', 'gale', or maybe…

"Ven, that's your new name". I felt proud to think of something no other cub would have.

The cub named Ven purred again, "I like it, Vani."

"Vani?" that was a curious twist for a name. I like to think that I am the monster within the void hence Vanitas.

"I like saying Vani *prrrr…*" he wagged his tail taking mine for a ride with his.

I rested my head down, now I need sleep. "Fine, sleep well Ven."

"You too, Vani." He purred himself to sleep. The vibration from his purrs feels like a beating heart. My eyelids fell down, being soothed by the purrs. Damn his purrs.