I saw a lion approach, and I was scared. Scared, and confused. I am only 3, and I have already known two deaths.

"You look a little young to be here." He said. I nodded. "What has happened? You look scared," I tried not to cry.

"My mom, she seems to have fallen. The cliff-" I began to cry.

"There there, it's fine. How did she 'fall'?" The lion seemed skeptical about the fact that she fell. At least I think she fell. I cried more.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I knew her. I am Farshar, from the Predator Prey. We try to help. She and our group had an argument." Wait, did you do this? You seem awfully calm about this,

"Did- did you do this?" I asked.