Tigger

Edward walked slowly to the beach where an old lioness lay watching the birds fly by. The water gently flowed the base of the water fall. The yeat from the canyon didn't make its way to this cool misty place.

"Hello grandmother." Edward nuzzled into the old lionesses neck and side before flopping over on to his back to stare at the birds. She pressed her greying muzzle into his shoulder and spoke slowly.

"Eddy. You're king now. You cant hide in here with me to stay away from your mother and aunts and sisters. We all need you."

Edward rolled from his back back on to his stomach his paws beneath him. "But what about what i need?"

"Edward. You are the king. Anything you need. You just reach out and take it." She reaches out with suprising quickness and catches one of the bright green birds. Bones snap as she pins it to the ground and starts taking bites of the still struggling creature.

Ed watches her. He understands where he got his ruthlessness from. Grandmother wasnt born here. She was abandoned by her clan as a cub and lived and hunted alone until the king before his father allowed her to join his pride.

Edward stood. "Ill let you eat your meal in peace." She nodded her head and he walked away