Narnia

This cub often finds the younger cubs following him around, trying to wrestle and play with him nearly constantly. He treats them all as his siblings, barreling them down and tackling them with the same energy. All was fine, until there was an accident.

The cubs were playing rather close to the gorge, a wide open valley of deep rushing water, they enjoyed the thrill of the rushing water and danger of a strange place. Playing tag in such area with no supervisor was something he should have been against, and he was as soon as he was running towards two cubs wrestling too close to the edge. They seemed unaware of the rapidly approaching danger as they tumbled into each other. With outstretched paws, he tried to catch the unlucky cub that tumbled over the edge, only brushing his paws across his pelt before he was lost to the waves.

It was silent for a moment, mainly due to the water rushing loudly around them as the cubs peered over the edge. Slowly, the one cub that managed to stay on the edge turned to the adults that began to gather behind them, noticing the change.

“…he pushed him.” The surviving cub lied through his fangs, still quivering from his near death experience. His own strange eyes widen and he tried to defend himself, crying at as the unlucky cubs mother charged forward, claws slamming into him. He bolted, running as fast as he could hearing the roaring behind him.

Even as his surroundings grew unfamiliar and strange, he kept running. Even as his paws grew painful and rugged, he kept running. He didn’t stop until he ran into a fluffy force, tumbling to the ground and panting heavily, looking around wildly. “I-I’m sorry!” He cried quickly to the strange lion, bowing his head, trembling.