It wasn't that young Zandrio's family weren't watchful. They were extremely doting parents, with a very close brother. It as just that Zandrio was awake at all the wrong time, and all the wrong circumstances led up to now.
He woken up and started a curious wandering from his nest of family. He'd wandered directly to the river's edge, and climbed up top a large piece of wood. Then he'd floated down river.
He'd been extraordinarily amused by the whole thing, fallen asleep, and woken up to more amusement. The cub was mewling at the fish he saw in the waters, pleased by them, but too cautious to venture to the edges of the wood piece.
