AN: Hello and welcome to the next my fanfic; is The jungle book was my childhood memory and I've been a long, long time at since for carry do over and over in times. So I started to use my version to reimagine both post-apocalyptic fiction, fantasy, sci-fi and both Disney and Kipling's versions. Warning: This story contains darker and gruesome as unsuitable for younger viewers by T-ratings.


Chapter One

The Beginning


A group of monkeys wandered swinging into the tree branches as they both ran together across the jungle, passing forward from tree to tree, one by one as they both got jolly and sang for cries in the dense rainforest. The tailorbirds were becoming of their own parents, as they made their own nest of tweaks, and leaves.

As the shadows cast down in fast through the air. With the hairy primitive keep on running in near exiting through to the thick forest to jump next branch. The entrance reveals the sort, out in the open one jump by standing on their feet was like an old car. All monkey gleams in the outer wild were in fact lost cities…. Not really like an ancient lost city since the time of Indus was abandoned long ago, no it isn't.

This it's a modern city. The city was absolutely silent with no sounds from cars, trains, buses, planes and so on. From houses, a broken window of both houses was let loose from both opened doors. Skyscrapers have fallen down ages ago, grass in concrete breaks open, a hundred year old trees have taken its place, and beautiful wild flowers have already bloomed.

A wandering bull elephant roams freely through a ghost town.

It felt like the world had become nothing more than death, only the silence and the sound of birds singing. There were no people with voices or loud vehicles as one would expect.

As the dusk came to the close on upper, it will be gone at nightfall. From the distance acrossing incoming of two shadows casting from dim sunlight at walking in a wild. Two human travellers walked up onto their journey with survival kits packback, as both carry at one.

The husband pulled up to his wife and quickly climbed the hill.

They were both exhausted and desperate on a long way, to get on knowingly but settled to rest. The woman's bag was carrying something else on behind hers. The sound of joy was small, young and innocent. Was a newborn baby, held as a bag carrier by her's.

Born naked, we descend into death while asleep.

"Easy there, I've got you," he said to her, helping her to reach the hill.

"Gulo, are you sure you're heading to the jungle?" She answered.

"Yes Premia, the longer it takes to get there before we sleep for a night. The better we get across."

But she boosted her love with anxiety about the dangers beyond these forests, causing a dangerous animals and she ain't agree of own sake there son.

"Oh, Vishnu." She whimpered in prayer by clutching to her chest as heart beat.

"Sweety..…..Prema, we had no choice but to go through it," continues Gulo comforts her.

"Gulo did we have to make up own minds, but are we certainly to–

Gulo paused too easily by beloved in not letting her worries.

"Shush-shush-shush, we'll be alright now sweet flower. The longer we've travelled to the far away, the sooner the better." He said lastly. "We did it so that we have to leave here for our son. We aren't heading to this damn forsaken place."

Time is growing short, as the sun is nearly gone down in total darkness, as the city was too shallow to engulped up. All was quiet in both the capital but somewhat peculiar, what happened here?

Gulo and Premia entered a brimming habitat of tropical grew thick leafs, trees, ferns, as he cut through his knife once and twice and again. Mother remains cautious and thought it was a bad idea.

The baby sleeps on laying there his head peacefully, dreaming of something in other kinds without crying for hunger, or changing nappies. Crickets from the grass singling to other crickets, as it calms him, the monkeys went to chatter before to let out a howl and scream rudely awakening it up.

As he swings of blade curve and cuts each in drops thick leaves, and another cuts down thick leaves, marching by knocking over else. Premia remains vigilant and prays to the gods. And she thought only she wished for the safety of first-born child.

Oh gods, this is a mistake, we should go back to our old hatch, She thought about it once to scare the living. We've travelled for our survival for years.

Puzzling for memory in life times that takes her back for their marriage, after they lived together as much they've left the rabbit-hole.

"Gulo eh, we'd cannot go any further in a moment," she explains to him. "We'll need to settle our camp for the night."

And that is how it made an incidental choice.

"Alright honey," he lay in gentleness. "We-huh sleep for the night. You sit and place it on the tent, I'll make the fire."

They both agreed as they both lay of touching in their foreheads.

Meanwhile in the far sight, a figure came through in the darkness to that thicket. And although it was larger, bigger the size of a car. It prowls in furthering as the great creature goes to the predator who sniff the air for tracks in the great hunter. It sniffs again on the other, that he knows that smells in years.

"Humans….." he purred to growl.

His orange eyes shine out to blazing in flames like a demon from hell. A spark of light small crackles far from a camp.

"Death to all mankind!" His eyes narrowed in bitterness, terrible as low growled by teeth.

At the far path in the river was a herd of wild water buffaloes, drinking with their mouths and tongues as they grazed a hundred times. Though this was peaceful in moonlit nights at the moment, a black shadow creeped in tall grass, prowling down its prey. It was medium but large as a motor bike, his head was narrow as snout large to take a bite out of his yellow teeth. His yellowish eyes shone brightly as a house pet.

With its chuffed sense of good smell from that one buffalo in time.

It lay lower down to its body, and yet the claws sprung out. And wait for the moment. As Bagheera the panther, waiting for a moment to strike.

Back in the camp, the tent stood as structured up but still just right. And fire was litting and cracks from the woods as Gulo gathered enough firewood to keep them warm. Premia sat down on a floor, holding her sleeping baby in arms as she fed it.

Premia was free from worry, as he slept by suckling in mouthful. As the woolly blanket wrapped him, it felt cosy instead as sourced.

Gulo pucked to the campfire using a stick without pucker, as he sees burning in cracking again. He looked in the corner to separate these bushes and tall grass. He breathes hardly to think, that if somebody else is watching.

"Tell me," she asked.

He turns his head and scans at her for whatever it seems in pounding, to its dilemma a second thought.

"Have we made the right choice, sweet-thing?"

More words carried out in personal difficulty.

"We have no choice but to leave here, there is no other way to turn back."

"But it we won't there a chance now, what if–"

"Everything's alright there, we did it to survive." The man explained. "We let ourselves to get to the hospital, and our son, our little boy. Our precious is he future and did it for him."

Eye to eye, as their family brown eyes reflex in gazing at fixing each. As Premia and Gulo thought in their last words.

"For the future," says Premia.

"For the future," says Gulo.

And both in one last time, both lay heads to the foreheads in touchy feelings and a soul.

Just then a sound of tall grass and bush ruzzled, as ruzzled came close. Gulo and Premia overheard from both ears a flinch. A startled them in front of it, as fire remains at cracks and dances over the middle.

Premia shivers down to her spine, as it holds on the baby, as it fears itself as taken over.

"Gulo there's something in the–"

But before he'd start to finish her sentence in a minute. He grabbed his knife by blade with sharp teeth.

"Stay behind me, just stay calm and don't move," he gave advice in a lower voice.

As the grass moves in sides by getting closer in front, they watch and wait for the horror to come in nearer, and nearer. As you'd wouldn't to bare witness happening get closer to the end.

The creature was near close as just a pitch gleam appeared, as you see it visible in between, by the look of it, the big feline was a big one as the tiger's eyes gleamed as he spotted the two humans. Ready to ambush attack in front.

The black panther waits patiently, waiting that buffalo was off vanguard. As one fresh to kill. He steady on still, as the big cat gets closer to one buffalo that was left down to eat and mulched.

With enough close look a savoury in terms of licking own lips, by dripping to its chin.

Finally as the leopard was about to launch out, his legs jumped on the beast's neck, held by claw to his grips like a hook as it had its teeth at its jaws.

Biting on down from a throat, crushing and crunching at its own windpipe. The herds mooing by spotted the panther attack as they both run to safety. But one buffalo has no choice but to end.

The water buffalo suffocates with no air, by pain. As its wound goes on deeper, as it goes deeper. Panther hanging the wounded animal is completely alone till a poor creature meets its end.

Buffalo gave out in last breath, the panther had put it gently down on the floor as it died peacefully.

As the panther has it part, as he is going to eat it. When suddenly came a loud roar, which echoed where the flock of birds scattered to the wind.

Bagheera reacts by himself.

Shere Khan, he thought to himself, He is back to shifting his hunting grounds, and yet there might be humans here!

Shere Khan the big one, one of the most ruthless man-eating tiger. As Who stocks in every corner across the jungle as hunting for humans. Killing humans is forbidden to hunt as the Law of the Jungle has spoken.

He rushes to run as leaped to carry himself, sprinting from foot to foot.

He did not dare to think it, as Bagheera remained running side to side in opinion and grew tense not too late.

"Shere Khan mustn't kill another," he wondered in a low voice. "I'd need to get here in time, before he harms again."

He thought of depositing a big brutal man killer in another. He wouldn't allow his ambition as you won't think of it. Bagheera would not forgive himself.

The man and a woman stand still in fear, as the creature circles in pace around. The tiger must keep away from fire. But unfortunately for Shere Khan, he desperately needs its blood bearing to strike at the hearts, so the big old cat linger to focus its pouncing.

Gulo held onto his knife, and a stick or fire as blazing to torch onto it orange coats and black stripes to touch it.

Premia kept on begging to the gods for them.

"Premia everything will just be fine, we don't turn around," he reasoned to his companionship.

Premia was still feared of the most in still held on the bag carrier with the baby awake in slumber.

"Did you hear me!"

Again, no responses back. Gazing on the most beautiful, and terrified.

"I-I-I," Premia was tempted to run. "I can't hold any longer, I just can't!"

"Premia stop!"

It was too late, for she unheld onto instantly all course of fear and ran for through the jungle.

"Damn it!"

But Gulo turned himself around back, and missed a slightest as the tiger was doing. The big tiger charges at him, rushing at camp fire to jump in. His teeth were sharps knives, as man's horrible face meets his demise.

Premia just kept on running to find escaped clutches from the beast, but what happened to her husband that she left behind. Her occurrence as hear the cries of screeched as simply went stopped. It was a horrible sound, that Gulo went so loud a mile away.

She cried out to him as it wanted to make certain, if a husband was okay to out match.

"Gulo! Gulo!" She called out to him.

Noone replied not a song as she listened to eerie silence, as the god of death came for him, and took his life. Tears drip out its eyes sadly, which means that he is no longer among us. Premia rushed in that deepest path to the jungle.

Baby whimpered in a lowly voice, as the mother smoothly calmed instead of letting fear. The tiger's mouth drips, a loss of blood drops body in a lifeless rag doll. The big brute Shere Khan runs after her.

She ran so far and wide but of that if the tiger was stalking her, it roared another and hurried to the side of thick vines and leaves to otherside. The great tiger went scurry along in catching only one human.

Racing like horses are able to capture the winner. The panting to a mom risking her life in protecting an only child.

She can't outrun the beast as it was the fastest you've known. Premia had no choice but to put the baby down, and hid it, so the decision was made. The mother of her own found a hollow tree in a small size hole as fit. As quickly to pull its carrier out by removing, putting the little youngerling inside the tree's hole.

The baby was quietly confused in most of it, while Premia was trying to save her own.

"I'm sorry little one, I will not let that dreaded fiend take you another," Premia whimpered in tears. The youngling doesn't know why she would leave him behind.

As a baby wanna to gurgling or rather to cry for dear own mother. But she lays her forehead to press his own, as he shares to her treasure its will.

The roar of the tiger echoed near and close, and her time was running out.

As Bagheera kept on going to the very reach, he saw the fire by camping.

"The campfire?" he said to himself. His expression at the worst moment has come at last, as he dashed away and warned the humans. But he came too late, as horror gave a face a gorey as the poor cat's eyes unseemly, a monstrosity that killed a human male get guts out. As the black panther grews to failing himself till he picks up another scent. He ran swiftly in mode as motion, by climbing to its tree, and jumping to leap a second. Giving him to fly to the branches and finally a time to reach its end.

"Listen here. You're not safe in here," She says in giving him, but a touch to his face.

"Your father and I aren't going to be here with you."

Confusing at least. But her tears fell to depression as she felt sorry for him and her own choice. Premia presses her head to his own, both of his eyes closed and embraces. She gave him a little whisper at last.

"You must hide yourself. Stay safe. And when the time comes you must–"

The tiger is coming.

"Your mommy, daddy loves you more, Durga protects my child!" She cries out to the forest. And the tiger chased the mother to the nearest thickest of ferns and many too.

The little one listens carefully as the mother thinks of it, if she hardly escapes the bloodthirsty creature.

He waited, and he waited for a while.

The boy thought it was wrong, and that adjustable awaited sound of calling a dear mother comes back for it. The tiger roared in farthest of reach, bellowed, and the keen let a deathly mother die out.

Now the boy was lost, alone in a jungle behind an old hollow tree.

He thought only that he would cry for help.

How can he there's nothing here, all except the crickets return singing in normal. Monkeys howled wildly to regain, and many went to mile noisy farsighted.

Just then a soft running coming in this way, could it be his mother by far…. if did he joyous life will begin his giggle. But the mother's footsteps were liked by many running four times as thirty times per second.

That is not his actual mother, but actual black panther came to his path. Sniff of nostrils pushing aside the air. The born one made a sound of central, as Bagheera overheard and jerked turning.

He to his head, and spotted the little human. He found a surviving baby completely self absent.

A man-cub, he thought a little disbelief as such welled. I haven't seen it in years all my life, since my mother told me for ages.

Bagheera wandered to think. If a cub is alone now, there's no one to be able to look after it.

This mancub has no parents to look after him, he acted to his reactions. If the mancub will not indeed look after itself, without the skills to be unable to hunt.

He's eyes saddened him for a shameful look. Sooner than that, he will perish….. There's no surviving for his life. Nothing in the jungle can help it!?

But he eyes wide and has an idea. The little baby came closer in person as he reached out, and touched the panther's face and softly in lips and teeth. He smiled as the boy was curious.

Bagheera opened his mouth instead of teeth harm, without biting on the boy for an innocent infant to lose at harm. As he grabs him at skin tanned and storms away as he drags in the passes deepest paths, leaving behind Shere Khan's own kill…... And leaving the camp, as the fire grows lesser.

Meanwhile at near the top of seeonee hill was a narrow mouth cave, as you can creep in. As the moonlight cast down the inside tunnel were two family wolves, sleeping with small born wolf cubs. As the mother nuzzled the little ones altogether as the pup squirmed by dreams as it slept.

As the wolf family were all fast asleep while Bagheera just arrived at their den, he literally put the mancub down, as the black cat walked into bushes and hid itself.

Within moments the little cub sat there and let nothing stand here. The panther's patience grows to wait in pace clockwise.

Just then the baby started to crawl to his own, walking in quadrupedal to himself. Inside the cave he investigated, remarkable in this tunnel as it was small, as he still saw the wolves from their resting with eyes closed, they didn't take any notice about the foundling in a cave.

The mother moves its head sideways, as she is still dreaming for own self.

The baby reached to her with his small hand, and touch nose to feel like petting your own pet dog.

Noses wriggle in smoothly and hard wrinkles in trying to cover the smell, a smell of torch. The she-wolf snogged out in the air, sneezed, escaped and utter in rude awakening.

As she yelped and growled like dogs as she snarled a threat, saw a glimpse move with the sudden she saw it, by focusing on the unfamiliar of it, it had never seen before.

"We'll, what do we have?" She said to herself in a qué looking hairless creature. The mother sniffed in close, and the child giggled profusely, and realised what he was.

"Why is that a–a mancub!?" Her expressions were astonished. "I have never seen this one before, ever since my mother told me seasons ago."

As she spoke truthfully, it reminded her of old tales of humans, and thought for a moment.

But the Father Wolf rose up, and gave a little yawn in opened for his jaws and showed teeth.

"What's that about it dear? Don't tell me it's that mangy mutt jackal looking to scrape our food." He says with sleepy eyes, and never gets some night rest.

"Tell him off, we'd have nothing for our food."

Mother Wolf responded back to her mate knowing that a newcomer had entered the small cavern.

"Come and take a look at this we'd have a mancub in our den,"

"Why I never saw in the eyes before, a living mancub in the jungle," He wandered pounding.

Two wolves looked down at the mancub who was living, and breathing in dark dripping down in leak. As the baby looks at the grown wolves as they remarks.

"H-h-how's that's impossible. We thought it they've all been–"

His eyes looked puzzling as he soon had no other, no explanation. As the cute little fella who touched her long snout.

"Thought about it, doesn't matter now," Mother Wolf looks so gleeful. "Look at him, he's not afraid of either of us. He so naked, so bold,"

Father Wolf went to let her enjoy touching.

"Curious, the cub is so small, like I could kill it with one paw struck," He says and laughs ownself.

The three cubs were precisely awake from late night, as they both scanned a new mysterious mancub in their home, as the orphan baby did the same thing. They remained standing still till of course, both of their own wagging their tails happily as playmates, jumping his chest, and began to pick him.

Both Mother and Father laugh so adorably.

As wolf-cubs played with the mancub, and the mancub played too.

The sounds are abundant of joy, and so much laughter to let hear of the whole jungle in the night moonlit sky. Bagheera listens to the entrance as he gains a happy grin at this moment.

"Our cubs loved the new play thing," She asks him.

"True, but the possibilities question is," he pondered. "How did he survive here, how can it be, really there aren't still humans still alive?"

Her expressed changes informed as to why her answering for those say, if they are alive here today, clearly in not answered of both how.

"What do you usually attend to ask?" Mother Wolf added to him.

"I mean humans haven't been around here for….."

Father Wolf paused in yet trying to remember good old memories, as they say that memories are quite the foggiest.

"We'll they all disappear in ages!?"

Within the she-wolf snout in quite lack of current it is only thought to say humans never actually existed through myth, or went underground of sort.

"How can you just say, this little one is still alive and breathing. If we say that humans vanished into the thin air, as it is to speculate over hundreds of seasons ago, it is unlikely that the world will be a forgotten land."

Father Wolf realised this baby was the only thing.

Just then, out of the cave from jungle night in ferns and trees gentle breezes through as you hear a whisper to our ears. As the panther was about to leave.

A brushing of long grass moves like dances, with the ferns, dracaena, as aliocaisa had moved. Bagheera's eyes narrowed at his eyeshine as what did say was shocking horror. The tiger has found the mancub's trails of scent, as the big tiger was coming in closer at the hill and spotted a cave. Bagheera would like to interfere with the wolves' cave from Shere Khan's coming, and swore to defend the helpless cub.

But the bitterness of the tiger was fought on killing a panther by breaking its neck, or trying to stop him as he could talk out. Frankly not a best ideally.

So the best that is, is to stay out of it and remain in a thick bush.

"If this mancub is alive, and how did they survived here." Again Father Wolf pondering once. "That which only means that the mancub is the last of his own kind!?"

Mother Wolf shocked herself, and thought in nothing to say the last species on his planet.

"I will not allow this cub to die here." She says in disbelief a word. "I would spend my whole for him as my own, and yours as well have."

Unbelievable, he thought in eyes a shock. My mate would give her own life to raise a mancub?

"What are we going to do with it?"

As they were looking again as the cubs kept playing, But the words were utter came by a low boom behind it.

"How about you give it to me, what was mine as well!"

At the mouth of the small entrance in front was a large body tiger, with his head fits. But his body is too big to get inside the cave by squeezing through. His head looked terrible with his eyes of blood vanes bright.

If the huge tiger tries to get in without a large body in crawl, as yet the tiger's claw reaches out to the baby.

Shere Khan was merely up to his anger, and more bitter of hating humans.

The wolf cubs stopped as the little babe saw the nasty tiger with his blood under chin and mouth. The cubs hide behind with their own mother, as squirm in frightfully as Shere Khan saw him.

Mother and Father snare in both eyes narrowed at him, ready to defend the cubs as their own cub. He approached carefully in step no closer. The she-wolf growled in showing its teeth to disliking Shere Khan's coming.

"Shere Khan you came here to our territory, and now you came to our den," Father Wolf says the words in respectful decision. But his eyes glared in sneers at his snouts.

"What do you need?"

"My quarry, my smell tracks, this sense of mancub led me here to your den, and you've brought him here." He replies as the blood drops. "Keep him to me! He's my kill as you've stolen from me!"

He growls at evening as loud, if you the mighty tiger force them to give it up. Or else he'll tumble down to their cave drenched. That's not gonna work!?

But both Father and Mother refused to give it to him.

His snarling teeth have grown as his refusal the Tiger's offered.

"The wolves only take orders of our choosing," He replied back. "We choose even if we have to keep him, or we kill him as well. Not like a stripey old cattle-killer like you!"

Tiger's beastly behaviour grew tenses in losing his temper, as roars echoing through the tunnel, and he started tumbling through the cave. Struggling pass in, his claws gripping to scratch to break in.

"Choosing! How dare you defile over my willed to give it!" Shere Khan Roared in loud voices.

Mother Wolf had enough of this moment. She leaped on the beside his, and growled at Shere Khan with twilight to her eyeshine.

"The mancub is mine! Mine to me!" She barks at the tiger. Showing her teeth as Father Wolf was glad to jointly make their own stand. " He will not be killed! He'll well live with the pack, and hunt with the pack of his own! And at the end of your days, that he will hunt you as he lives, why noy you can back to your own old beast!"

That really done now!?

The tiger withdrew out of the cave, while he stood in confirmation that they were all keeping to themselves.

Shere Khan's defeat has not yet been determined.

"We'll see if the pack will say it wants to foster an invasive mancub of yours. The cub is mine. And mine to my own teeth!"

As the great tiger walked off, watching him disappear in deep darkness moved in the crept of booths grass, ferns and so thick layers of leafs brush him. As Bagheera watches him out of sight.

Bagheera completely stern away in hoping till tonight is important today.

The two wolf families are settling for themselves down, returning from their nesting with cubs and their infant mancub snuggle altogether as they've slept.

Mother Wolf sat with them both, as the father watched their owned children sleep and dream.

"Shere Khan is speaking the truth," He said to her. "The mancub must be shown to the Pack, at Council Rock tonight. Do you still keep him?"

The mother looks up to him.

"Of course I wanna keep him, Look at him," the she-wolf replied in response. "Look at this cub, he came at night, naked, alone and hungry. And yet he is not afraid of us!"

Saddened by Mother wolf's worry of its own cub, it was sleeping in glance of the little baby as nude as cuddling their siblings.

"Someday when he'll grow as big and strong as a wolf, and one day he will hunt Shere Khan as he hunted you." She added an oath of herself.

She licks to the mancub, as the baby feels good from grooming his head.

She smiles as replied a son, "Lie Still little frog,"

Then she made a wondrous idea that came to her as the mother huddled hers.

"Hmm……. Frog 'Mowgli the Frog' I call him, you are our son, as ours for your siblings as my own."

Father Wolf looked out of the den from outside, and began to wonder.

What will the pack say? He thought to himself.

The Law of the Jungle says; When the wolf cubs are shown to the wolves, and must teach them how to hunt, and how to obey the law. And when they are old enough to hunt on their own in the next generation.

Later that at midnight, as the moon is full as shining dark blue skies. As Father Wolf and Mother Wolf took their wolf cubs with Mowgli to carry him. As they'd travelled up a hill, as the wolf howled to call at the meeting place, for two by two a group of wolves arrived at Council Rock.

They joined together and assembled the group in full circle.

At the centre of the rock on top, stood an elder wolf. Akela, the wisest leader of the wolf pack in the jungle. And he obeys the law of the jungle for many years, without breaking the law.

As the wolves gathered together in full circle, as unnoticing for Bagheera, the black panther sat on a lonely tree of branches in inky blackness. Father and Mother Wolf have joined in these meetings.

"Look well O' wolves," Akela spoke to the free people. "Tonight. We are discussing the new cub, who wishes to join our pack."

As the wiser wolf leader spoke to reveal the cause, they told Akela the news of raising their orphan mancub as willingly. So he agrees with them at the meeting tonight.

Father Wolf brute the baby Mowgli with his jaws, bringing him here, and placing him near the centre.

The wolves however indeed as well, that nevertheless has seen alive mancub, as the same thing in odd puzzlement.

"A mancub!?" said the first.

"Alive here in the jungle, that's impossible!?" said another one.

"They've died out in long time ago!?" the third said as conspicuous. "Why we here to have this hairless creature to join us."

The words have kept on growing, and grow loud and chatter as the growth in arguments are still.

Bagheera watched off and boasted like any angry dog, barking in policy. Akela would silence them in order for the council.

Muffled by the roar of Shere Khan, the walk approached at Council, as stood remains and bellowing and barking a loud in arrogant tone.

"Mancub is mine, I want him now to be ride that invasive!" He roared.

The wolves let out a conversation as agreed to whispers, and will decided to handed over to the tiger. But Mother won't allows his life to ended, but only thrive as wild-free.

Mother Wolf sneered at the tiger, ready to fend him for her own life. As her teeth showed once more again. Bagheera remains in darkness.

"Enough!" Akela called for silence. "You know the law!"

The little baby who would sit there, and looking in round to these wolves and Akela himself, as he continues to speak up.

"Among the free people, if the mancub wasn't born among us," Akela says to them, "He must have only two members to speak beside him, and allow accept him as they're family. Who will speak for this mancub?"

Wolves stood and firmly, without any to butch in coming near baby Mowgli as well. The tiger small grin as fiendish on teeth, in the final chance.

"Come now, speak up," Shere Khan went on to doubt them. "Don't need the mancub to stand by it, this monstrous thing. Would you like to do me a favour?"

Tiger's voice is like a horror in fiery minds.

"Give it to me, and I make peace."

Tempted by his twisted skimming of the free people, whose mightily corrupted thoughts of desire.

So that idea will seek problems and be handed to Shere Khan, and he'll leave them.

"Who will speak up for a mancub?" replied Akela again, as his grey and white fur coat shooked to his own.

Still nothing……

But before that Akela won't have no choice to say, until–

"Wait! Mancub you say!" The voice spoke up to the council. "Of course I will speak with a mancub as well."

From out the circle came a distant clear opening of the wolf's assembly circle, as he joined the mid-centre. The creature was larger than any human, wolf, panther or even a tiger.

His fur black and shaggy fur all over his, around his chest was the shape of a crested moon of the upper. His head was large and round, with a small narrow snout. It was Baloo, the bear who taught the young wolves, and teached the laws of the jungle by his good words.

Shere Khan dislikes his acceptance.

"The mancub is harmless, let him run with a pack. I myself will teach him the ways of the jungle."

All the wolves stood of his amazement of speaking to a tutor, standard by the unforgettable as it came with bear.

"Baloo has spoken wisely," Akela added. He looked in between and determined the next purpose.

"We'd need another one. Who will speak besides Baloo and the mancub?"

Just then, Bagheera the panther drops down, and approaches at the centre. As is well known of Bagheera, and everyone knows they are afraid of him. If anyone is across his path. As he stood in front with a bear and small baby.

"I will approach to speak with Baloo and the mancub," he spoke firmly, like voices dripping like wild honey. As he purrs in between, while the tiger unlike the panther, as Bagheera looks back at Shere Khan.

"Akela, I know that I have no right to be here," Bagheera answered to the pack. "If you ask me to leave, as I may to speak."

Akela nodded to him.

"Very well, you may speak now,"

"Then speak to the pack," answered the twenty wolves.

"The law of the Jungle, for this cub's life must be brought for a price is to feed the pack. As Baloo has spoken on behalf. I will bring in one water buffalo, one of my kills, a fat one which will literally feed on the pack. And that's the price isn't it?"

The grey old wolf stood in the rock standing till glimpse of the big black cat, if he knew about the jungle law, and the rights in allowing the foundling to accept.

"That's right," nodded Akela.

"Then the deal had a bet for the buffalo, for the allowing a mancub to live, and hunt with the hunt."

The wolves chatter and barks about the food, while they both wagging their tails with excitement.

"Tell us," said Twelve wolves at the same.

"Tell us, where is the bull!?" Answered another.

With the wolves answering the opinions is finding a dead carcass in where's that. So the black panther advised them.

"It's near the upper side hill, where there are rain floods of grass grazing," Bagheera replied.

Finally the wolves ran down to the hill, and were willing to find a dead buffalo, so they were able to be consumed in appetite. The Council had finally decided now.

"It has been decided, the cub has spoken," Akela says.

Mother Wolf and Father Wolf were glad to have been adopting the little thing as his parents.

As they both nuzzled for the little frog as a giggle of adoring son, but the rage of Shere Khan lost the prey, to handover the boy instead.

"Arrrrggggaaaaah!" He roared in his humility of defeat.

Akela, Bagheera, Baloo, Mother and Father watched the big tiger scuttle away and then disappeared into the night. As he roars in bellows throughout the jungle.

"Roar as well tiger," said Bagheera, as his whiskers wriggled. "For as you know, the naked cub will roar you in another tune."

With the wolf family snuggle in the lower of both heads, as the cubs played with they're brother. Like others in his acting as a wolf cub. Baloo and Bagheera both smile as remarks.

Akela stared at the silver moonlight, and it looked as young as ever.

"Humans and their cubs, are mystery to themselves as well," said the old Akela to himself. "Human kind maybe are old ages as rivals, but new one maybe one last chance."

And that's how Mowgli was entered into the Seeonee of Wolf Pack, for his price Bull, and his Baloo's good word.