[align=center][font=georgia][size=10]Yellow was gnawing on the leg bone of a deer fawn, feeling sorry for the thing that he had eaten. Not everyone could be born a predator. After he got through to the bone marrow, he tossed the thing aside and sat up, staring around. The lion cub didn't know anybody yet but he was pretty sure that he would have to if he was ever going to get far. "Meet and greet!" called he in his somber-yet-squeaky voice.
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