The Savannah used to be vibrant. It used to have tall grass and some trees. Water was plentiful. But now it wasn’t. Water was scarce, it was a miracle that there was still some prey around. For the sake of not starving, it was forbidden to get water from the prey’s waterhole.

But lately, the cubs of the tribe have been getting water mysteriously. Due to most adults having to hunt for water sources, the cubs are left to their own devices. So them finding water was disturbing. Of course it had been assumed that the cubs had broke the rules.

But he suspected something else. So here he was, following the cubs from afar. They were getting closer to this cave. He could smell something in it. The smell didn’t seem beastman like.