“What was that?” Pawsteps.

            “It’s—a cub?”

            “How—?”

            “That bitch . . .”

            “You don’t think she’d actually start on cubs, do you?”

            “She did us. She tried to kill all of us. You really think she’d care about some cubs? She probably thinks that if she raises them, they’ll be loyal.”

            “Then why is he here?”

            “What’s your name?”

            “Can’t you see he has no idea . . . He’s fading.”

            “Oh, of course. They want to save him.”