"Good."
Eyes narrowed, he was giving her that suspicious look again. Oh he was on to her, the vicious little beast. Trust her? Not a chance, maybe about as far as he could throw her. Sigh, his tail would never be safe again. He was going to have to start tucking his tail underneath him when he slept at night, or find somewhere to sleep out of the reach of little fuzz ball fangs. His one consolation? At least mom's tail was a viable target as well. Oh how he longed for the day she would grow out of that.
His gaze drifted to the sky, day was fading and it was time to make sure all six cubs were together and safe before that stupid b***h started nagging him. The mother of his children, he only tolerated her for their sake, she could go die in a fire for all he cared.
Tomorrow, tomorrow he would have a nice present for his vicious little daughter, oh yes. Better run, beasts of the savannah, your time has come.
