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Motsu seemed to think about it as he walked back onto the sands, really wanting to get back at the crab, but then turned to his mother and grinned, showing his tiny fangs and a bright light in his young eyes, "Oh oh, a warthog sounds yummy." He always loved how they tasted, lots of fat. Of course, he was old enough to know that you got what you could catch. "Hey Momma, can I come hunting with you?" He asked. He had asked before, but had been told no. He hoped the answer would change...

Motsu's eyes lit up, "Really?" He sounded very excited, and hopped after his mother eagerly, although he was still limping slightly. "Oh boy!" He bounced excitedly, "I'm going to be a great hunter! I'm going to be even better than Sewelo, and I'm going to bring back food all the time for everyone!"

Motsu nodded eagerly. He wanted to be a hero! He watched her closely as she began pacing into the jungle, slowing his own steps to more calmer and less bouncy, although he had to walk a little faster to keep up with her. He looked around as if expecting to see the animals right away, though his bright eyes met his mother's and he nodded, pulling his lips tight and looking at her moving forward. He looked back to the ground in front of him, and was dismayed to see how many branches there were that could snap. He began pacing forward, creating a sort of strange walk, spreading his legs out to step on each clear spot, frowning and sticking his tounge out in concentration, making little noise beyond a soft grunt when he had to stretch one of his paws out a bit farther than he was used to and had to hop to catch the rest of his body up. So focused was he on walking quietly and keeping up with his mother, he didn't hear the sounds of the piglets.

Motsu blinked and looked up at his mother's voice, then nodded, looking a little nervous. He steadied himself and crouched, surprised at his mother's roar. He always loved to hear it, it was amazing how frightening she could be. Before he knew what was happening, the piglet raced towards him, and past. Giving a grunt as he turned, Motsu took off after the baby pig, ears pressed against the back of his head, going into a sprint as he gave his version of a roar, much more of a childish growl, and his little muscles bunched up in his back legs and he leapt, sinking his needle sharp claws into the backside of the piglet. It let out a horrid squeal, an Motsu tried to think of what to do. He sunk his fangs into the thick skin on the back of the pig's neck, gripping it with all four claws as he tried to throw his weight, not too much more than the piglet, to the side.

Both tumbled over and the hooves of the pig kicked wildly. Instinct kicked in, blood pounding within his ear, Motsu let out a vicious growl, releasing the pig and pouncing quickly before it could get to it's feet. He put a heavy clawed paw on it's stomach and went for the throat, getting a good bite in before a hoof smacked into his chin and he fell backwards, the piglet getting up, squealing wildly as it tried to escape, a trickle of blood coming from the small wound on it's throat and the scratches on it's body.

Motsu slowly stood up, shaking his head, feeling a little dazed. He had a scratch on his lower lip, and unshed tears in his eyes, but was otherwise fine. "I'm okay." He said dizzily, shaking his head once more. He smiled up at his mother, "I almost caught it!" But then the fur on his body rose at a terrifying sound. A loud roaring something...he hadn't heard anything like it before. There was a crashing sound, and he turned to look behind him as the raging mother warthog came crashing through the undergrowth.

"Momma!" Motsu cried out, darting away and narrowly avoiding being skewered by those huge tusks. The little leopon raced into a bush near his mother, quaking in terror at the mad beast that nearly killed him.

Motsu was under the bush as he turned at his mother's cry, paniced and terrified. "Momma!" He cried. He didn't want to leave her, he was afraid! He swore that warthog had to be bigger than any he had ever seen, and those tusks looked like giant fangs. Hesitating for several long moments, Motsu finally turned and darted into the jungle, whimpering and limping slightly as the rough terrain was hard on his injured paw. Unfortunately, he was at a slight angle from where they had come in, and was heading deeper into the jungle, rather than back home...

The mother warthog squealed and dug her hooves into the ground, seeing her baby on the ground and not comprehending it was dead. She charged, tusks angled to gut the lioness.

The warthog roared as the blood stained her tusk and she lumbered around in a turn, but she didn't go after the lioness, she stood over her baby, snorting and shaking her large head threateningly, tail slapping her hocks, which bled from the gash of the big cat's claws. She knew, even in her mad state, she couldn't take on the lion, but all she wanted was to get it away from her baby. She half-charged, trying to scare the lion away.

Motsu was crying, running as quickly as he could until breathing began to hurt and he was forced to stop, panting hard, his hide sweaty. It seemed hotter here, the air heavier. He looked up and around finally, sides still heaving, and was shocked to see the jungle had gotten thicker. It didn't seem familiar, and the scents were strange. But he had gone the right way...right? He swung his head to the left, then right, peering around but not seeing anything familiar. "Momma?" He called, ears drooping as he began walking slowly forward, thinking that he had to be just a little bit away from the edge of the jungle where they lived. "Hello...?"

The warthog backed away, looking down at her baby to see it was dead. But she seemed to realize that it was dead, and she had others scattered in the undergrowth. The swine grunted and turned tail to run, racing away and squealing loudly for the rest of her young.

Motsu continued walking for long minutes, becoming more and more frightened as strange calls of birds began to fill the growing darkness as the trees became thicker, and strange sounds made him jump at the shadows, whimpering. "Momma...?" He called softly, haunched over with his tail between his legs as he slowed to another stop, ears tilted back in fear. "Where am I?" He whispered, afraid to draw unwanted attention to himself.