A menacing prescience disturbed the peace of the Indian jungle, his stripes acting as camouflage between the shadows. Those who knew his name were aware it was best to avoid him, to let him hunt for he was not one to listen. Infamous for breaking jungle law and killing whatever he wished, Shere-Khan stalked about.

In the midst of hunting prey, noise from afar had caught his prey’s attention, the young monkey he’d tried to eat rushing away. Shere-Khan would growl, searching for the source of sound with his head. When he could not find it from his current position, he went looking.