Kazu's Name

Young Cub

              
                 "Listen young one" he bellowed chasing the young cub around as it had stolen it. Again!
          
  "Ha ha come get me father." The child was wailing happily through the village. His name was Awon he was known for all kinds of trouble; Mostly theft, That was a problem for 2 reasons, he was 6 and his father was a ex-chief of a once powerful tribe of shifters. Mostly Feline shifters, but age took his father's strength. Now he and his family work in the market 3 villages away.

"I got you little cub! Give the brush. Now!" He grabbed the cub by the paws to pull the sacred object from the tiny panther. "No I can use it father. I can I know it." He whined and struggled, " Nonsense none but The Great Ka. Now we are going home your mother will watch you if you behave, if not grandpa zase(Za-ze) will be glade to do it." This stopped the young ones struggling he loved his mother she was gentle, kind, beautiful and most of all she was intelligent. She told him stories and sang him songs from long ago he adored her as she did him. Grandpa Zase wasn't so nice he would yell and hit Awon.

" Why do you steal Awon. Why must you make things harder on us. I love you son but you must stop this." Make no mistake the father Marun(Ma-run) loved his son but things were hard enough without his son being reckless. "I don't mean to father I want to do good but I get restless I need to run. I need the forest, I miss drawing." They could do little but work and sleep these days.

"I understand son I miss running too but we must wait I promise we will run for a bit in a moons time."

"You promise on the name of Shaz and Ra?" Awon asked hopefully.

"On the name of Shaz, Ra, On the temple of Manak."  Marun said with a warm smile as he lifted his son into his arms. The child squealed with delight.

"Look there's mother she looks like she needs a hug from he favorite boys" Marun said like whispering a forbidden secret. He let the boy to his feet as he darted to his mother Melace (mel-a-ke), but little did he know he wouldn't reach her as a pain shot up his side caused by the spring loaded weight net crashing into him. Wequla(we-cula) shot out of the hut to grab his catch but only frowned and hobbled away.

" Name of Zaqe! My cub!" Melace roared as she dashed to help her crying cub he was cut and tangled thrashing and screaming for release from his prison,"Damn old bastared he must stop setting these traps he was gotten 15 now this month." She spat angrily. None in the village had seen so angry in a long time."It's ok my young one calm down, I will free you soon you will be fine, I am here so is father." She softly whispered to the child calming his frantic bucking.