A strong wind blew by, blowing the dense grass to one side.
On the grassland, several lionesses were quietly approaching the gazelles drinking water by the river. This was their chosen target today. They restrained their footsteps, quietly approached their prey under the cover of grass, and suddenly launched an offensive when they were less than two meters away from the lone adult gazelle.
Soon, the gazelle fell unwillingly in a pool of blood. The lionesses put their front paws on the gazelle's body and made a long cry, calling the male lions and their children to come and eat.
Garner, the male lion, is a powerful and muscular lion. He and his brother Ryan are the well-deserved rulers of this pride of nine lionesses. After arriving in front of the prey, Garner and Ryan enjoyed the prey unceremoniously, chewing on the gazelles that were still bleeding with fresh blood. The lionesses stood beside them, quietly waiting for the two male lions. After eating, enjoy your own portion. By the time it was the little lions' turn, there were not many prey left.
At this time, the strong and older lion cubs swarmed up and arbitrarily pushed their weaker brothers and sisters aside, chewing the prey without leaving even the dregs behind. A young lion cub reluctantly rushed to his brother's feet, trying to stop him from eating alone and gain some benefits for himself. However, his brother clawed him away without hesitation. Even the lion mother saw In this scene, not much was said.
The male lions Garner and Ryan were full and wandered leisurely in their territory, patrolling their territory like pampered kings. Lionesses are responsible for hunting and reproducing, while male lions are responsible for defending their territory and defeating intruders. This has always been the division of labor among lions.
In a bush not far from the lions, a fluffy little yellow head suddenly popped out, with pointed ears. A pair of round yellow-brown eyes were staring at its surroundings with vigilance. It looked around. Listening, moving his ears from time to time, unwilling to let go of even the slightest disturbance.
Jela is also a lion cub in the Ghana and Lane lion pride, but he does not enjoy the treatment of other lion cubs. Jela's mother Lily is not a lioness from this pride, but an imported lioness. No one knows where she came from, but she is indeed very different from the lionesses in the Ghana and Lane prides. Lily was once ostracized because she was not related to the other lionesses in the pride. Fortunately, her hunting ability is very strong, and Ghana likes her. Although the other lionesses were reluctant, they still accepted Lily for the sake of the increasingly abundant food.
Soon, Lily became pregnant. Unlike other lionesses who give birth to two to five cubs per litter, Lily only gave birth to one cub, named Jela. Now, it has been three years since Jela was born. According to the age of a lion, it should be considered an adult, but it still looks thin and small and has not grown up. Even its six-month-old sister looks smaller. It's stronger. Lily is different, and Jela is a complete freak. Because of this, mother and son were once again ostracized by the lions, and even Garner began to treat Lily unpretentiously and no longer loved her as before.
Although she no longer has the lion's love, Lily's hunting ability is still there. Lily was able to feed herself and her babies even when separated from the lions and foraging alone. With Lily around, Jela would never be hungry. Jela never had to worry about food until she was two and a half years old. The good times didn't last long. During a fight against rhinos, the other lionesses in the pride failed to cooperate with Lily. As a result, Lily was surrounded by three adult male rhinoceroses, and her stomach was punctured during the breakout.
Lily is dead. Losing the protection of his mother and having no ability to survive on his own, Jera soon followed his mother. At this time, a person who unfortunately caught up with the tide of time passed through the body of the recently deceased Jera. People who once sat in offices now have to run around for their livelihood, carefully following the pride of lions every day, hoping to pick up the slack. There is nothing honorable about eating other people's leftovers, but everything is tolerated in order to survive.
Jela knew that the Ghanaian lions would undoubtedly not welcome him. The lionesses' own children don't have enough to eat. Who would want a lion that is not related to them to compete with their own children for food? What's more, if you don't look at its appearance, its three-year-old age is enough for Garner and Ryan to kick it out of the lion pride and become self-reliant. But judging from Jela's young body and tender little paws, if it is expelled from the pride of lions, it may not be long before it becomes a meal for hyenas. Although Garner doesn't like Jela, he is not cruel enough to deliberately let his children leave the lions and die. Jela uses the majesty of the lions to protect himself from other creatures and follows the lions from time to time. If he picked up the leak, he would just turn a blind eye.
However, some lionesses felt the little tails attached to their backs and began to whisper to each other: "Look, the little one is coming over again. He is already three years old, but he has no sharp teeth and claws, and he can't hunt. I really don’t know how long we will keep it!”
"Dear sister, just say less. After all, it is Ghana's child." The other lioness licked her paws and said lazily: "Unless Ghana speaks, I think it will have to continue follow us."
The Ghanaian lions finished their feast and left slowly. Jera looked at the pile of broken bones not far away, knowing that it would not be ready-made today. The scent of the lions was fading away, but the smell of blood never dissipated. Jera cautiously left this place along the grass. Soon, some animals attracted by the smell of blood should come to try their luck. Now, even a jackal can easily defeat Zela.
Jera's little claws are not very sharp, not much better than those of a kitten. It is still very difficult for it to pounce on it and hunt on its own. Based on his survival experience of traveling for nearly half a year, Jela selected an area where hares often roamed, and dug a pit with his front paws. Due to lack of control of the force, a piece of dug-up soil hit Jela's little head. Jela shook his head to shake off the soil. Now, it looks as gray as a tabby cat.
After scratching his head with his front paws, Jela lay down on the ground again and began to dig in the soil.
Digging a trap in the ground, and then sprinkling soft soil particles and grass on the trap, making the land look no different from other land, luring unsuspecting little rabbits into the trap, this is Jela's recent Frequently done work. In addition, Jera clumsily tied a few grass knots with her claws next to the trap. If the rabbits walked across the path of the knot instead of over the trap, they would trip over the knot.
After doing all this, Jela stood against the wind and carefully concealed his breath. With what little wisdom once belonged to a human being, Jela could barely support herself during this time. Today, however, Jela's luck seems to have come to an end.
Five rabbits, a total of five rabbits passed through the trap set by Jela, but none fell into the net set by Jela.
"Oh, look, that disgusting smelly lion is here again! Last time, my neighbors Ace and his wife died in its hands! I really don't understand, can't the food hunted by the lions still stop it? Mouth? Why does it always come and stare at us? Oh my god, I hope it will be taken away by the hyena soon! What a disgusting bastard!" One of the gray rabbits bared his teeth angrily at Jela.
"Having a lion here, even a cub, is enough to make me uneasy - will its pride be around here?" The mother rabbit with her baby looked worried.
"Come on! If it can move with the lions, there is no need to keep an eye on us! In my opinion, it is probably abandoned by some lion group." Grandpa Yellow Rabbit squinted his old eyes and said nothing. Cover up your own schadenfreude.
"Oh, it's such a poor hap!" Mr. Gray Rabbit sighed without sincerity: "However, I would rather it be picked up by hunting dogs or trampled to death by elephants!"
"So there won't be any adult lions near it?"
"Of course."
"Honey, look in front of you, what's that?"
Just then, the wind changed direction. Several rabbits felt a dangerous aura of endless blood and violence. They suddenly shrank their necks and stopped moving forward.
"Oh no—a full-grown lion!"
The rabbits turned around quickly and ran desperately in the opposite direction, no longer paying attention to Jera who was cursed by them. Jela, who was left behind by them, watched dumbly as the majestic adult lion in front of him walked majestically, then stepped into the trap he dug, and his right half of his body sank due to loss of balance.
This is an adult male lion with brown sideburns. His strong limbs and majestic body look full of power, no less powerful than Garner and Ryan. At this moment, he let out an angry roar of being fooled. The sound was sharper than the whistle of a nearby car. Jela stood up with all his hair on end and covered himself with his two front paws. ears.
When the male lion locked its bloodthirsty gaze on Jela, Jela seemed to see the smile of death. His scalp was numb, and he had a trembling feeling that even his tail would explode.
The trap dug by Jela may be deep enough for the hares, but for an adult male lion, it is just a matter of time to break free. Once the lion escapes from the trap, he will be doomed! Jela simply threw the useless grass knots around him at the male lion, tripping the lion, and then found a tree that was thick enough nearby, and climbed up like a two or three-year-old child. Go up.
This is a secret belonging to Jela. Among the lions in Ghana and Lane where he lives, only he and the deceased Lily have the ability to become humans. I don't know if it is because of this reason that his growth is extremely slow. Now, except for the ears and tail, which cannot be changed, Jela looks exactly like a human child.
While Jela was climbing up the tree, the angry lion had already used its brute force to break away from the trouble Jela had caused him, and quickly rushed to the bottom of the tree. He held his head high, as if he wanted to bite Jela. Before he could retract his tail, he pulled him off the tree. Jela was so frightened that he raised the tip of his tail and climbed up the tree desperately. God knows how he could do it so quickly with his small arms and legs. When he thought about it afterwards, Jela himself couldn't believe it.
After climbing to the fork of the tree and sitting firmly, Jela breathed a sigh of relief. It was at this time that it noticed that it had left the territory of the Ghanaian lions. If nothing else, this should be the territory of the Pascal pride, a close neighbor of the Ghanaian pride. In Jela's distant and vague memory, the Pascal lion pride was very difficult to deal with, because it was said that Pascal, who came from the other side of the river, had a fight with the two Ghana brothers for the current territory. Eventually, Pascal's pride encroached on more than half of the Ghanaian pride's territory.
Jera listened to the muffled roar of the lion in her ears, and a feeling of fear gradually came to her heart.
Is the lion it offended Pascal
If even Garner and Ryan were defeated by this lion, then I'm afraid no one can save it from the lion's wrath.
Jela touched her flat belly and lay straight on the tree. Its life, no, why is the lion's life so unsatisfactory? Before I can enjoy the majesty of being a lion king, I will be buried here.
And, it's really hungry.
Pascal has been lingering under the tree, and Jela has been unable to leave. At this time, it had not eaten for two days, and its belly made bursts of protest. The night wind was a bit chilly. Not long after Jela climbed up the tree, he transformed back into the form of a lion. In order to reduce energy consumption, he curled up and almost rolled himself into a ball.
Pascal looked at the pitiful appearance of the little ball of fur on the tree, and most of the anger in his heart disappeared.
At this time, a passing rabbit was caught by Pascal, and the lion's sharp claws disemboweled the rabbit in an instant. The alluring fragrance came from under the tree, making Jela couldn't help sniffing. Such a little rabbit is undoubtedly not enough for an adult lion to fit between his teeth, but for Jela, it is a hearty meal. For a moment, Jela almost wanted to rush down the tree and snatch the hare. But when he looked at the dangerous golden eyes under the tree, Jela shrank again, and withered head, he retracted the front paw he had just stepped out.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the lion under the tree showed a very playful expression when he saw Jela's appearance, stood up, and took a few steps back. Soon, Jela could no longer smell the lion. But Jela knew that the hateful lion must not have gone far yet. It is not difficult for experienced lions to use the direction of the wind to temporarily hide their scent. Does this male lion think it is a fool who will fall for the bait as long as it is available
An unknown amount of time passed, and the smell of blood stimulated Jela's taste buds all the time, but the lion never came back. Jela felt like he was being torn apart by countless small insects, and his heart was itching unbearably. Although he knew it was not a good idea to get down from the tree now, the omnipresent hunger overwhelmed him, and at the same time, the luck that the lion was gone flooded into his heart.
Regardless, if it continues like this, it will definitely starve to death before being torn apart by that male lion. If that hare was just a trap, then it would have accepted it, and even if it was going to die, it would have to be a dead ghost.
The cub slithered down the tree with a screeching sound. It first looked around cautiously and found that there was indeed no movement around. Then it tentatively nudged the hare with its nose. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, it quickly pounced on the hare and ate it. Stuttered. After smacking the hare, it licked its mouth, squinted its eyes and showed a happy smile. Then, the little thing carefully retreated along the border line into the territory of the Garner and Lane lions.
Looking at the little figure gradually going away, the lion's golden eyes showed a thoughtful look.