Lion

The pride is worried.

Lion can smell the fear on them, hear the sadness in their mewls, see the tension in their muscles. He cannot talk as they can, but he can understand, more than they realize. The cub is gone, and they fear for him.

Lion fears for the cub too, but knows he is not dead. They share a lifeforce. If the cub was struck down, Lion would feel it. He is certain.

If only there was a way to explain this...

But there is none.

So Lion sleeps. Waits.

He is not surprised when the cub returns.