The Little Successor

The panther's mother wandered over, her belly full, ears flicking at the sound of Winston's voice.

She gave him a slow, unimpressed stare, her big golden eyes practically saying, 'Seriously? Calling a panther a kitten?'

Hazel stood up, realizing she was about the same height as the little cub. The cub tilted its head at her, looking curious. She blinked, then tilted her head the same way.

Winston