"Run," the winds seemed to whisper as they surrounded the lion . It turned and turned to find an escape but there was no escape. Only captivity as they pulled out their dart guns, the red laser beam pointed trained on the innocent cub. They need entertainment, so they go hunting for the enjoyment of a month or so. The cub cried for its mother but she did not reply. The hunters, seeming to enjoy the game they were playing with the cub, threw the mothers body right in front of the cub. It went up to the body and sniffed it but there wasn't a hint of life in her sent, only the memory of one. The hunters grinned at one another before shooting 6 different darts into the silky fur of the cub. It cried out in agony and tried to attack, only for it to fall to the ground after landing one scratch on the hunter. The last thing the cub remembered was a hunter pulling out a knife and cutting deep into its mothers body.
