Tanga watched tentatively as the little cub started to eat. He heard another one of those adorable meows that cubs could pull off, ones that melted Tanga's heart, and against resisted the urge to scoop the little guy up and hug him.
Finally, Tanga caught the one word the cub spoke. "Li?" he repeated, thinking over the possibilities of what that could possibly mean. "Li...is that your name? Just nod or shake your head, you don't have to talk if it's too hard."
Tanga thought on the possibilities for this little cub...Li...as he waited for a definitive answer. His youth, along the fact that he struggled to talk, suggested he had been alone, without anyone to talk to, for some time. But this only confused Tanga even more...how had the cub survived what must been months of solitude, when he was still so young?