———— Seamus Dillon ————
SOFT LIKE SUGAR
The tiger had left his family. There was no true explanation as to why, but Seamus felt it was right. Days of travel brought him to a jungle, a jungle where he heard people lived, kind people. Walking through the brush, the extremely lithe and small Bengal was frightened, not only by being lost, but he thought of being attacked. He was clearly the runt of his litter and he was still an adolescent, meaning he probably was full grown, and he was the size of a puma. That wasnt great. "Hello? Is anyone here?" the Irish tiger asked in a small, heavily accented yet surprisingly light and wispy voice.