INSTINCTS 3.5

The feast was over, and the sun was setting over their heads. Slowly, the tribe prepared for sleep. So did Kkelea, though she was not sleepy. She could not stop thinking about the young son of Fizkwik the Scream. Perhaps she could visit him at night, like she did with the little Fleas. Before she could go to bed, three warriors surrounded her.

"Come with us."

"What is it?"

"Your mother's orders," another replied, taking her by the shoulders.

Had she done something wrong? She didn't think so. She had been silent during the meeting with the trolls. Was that the reason? Was she supposed to intervene? The other cubs hadn't spoken either... All this was going through her mind as the three warriors pulled her away from the tribe.

Two of them grabbed her by both arms and held her tightly. The third, Zanarah, daughter of Zeppel the Beast, looked into her eyes. Kkelea could see the reflection of the moon in those bright orange eyes. Then she sniffed her.