“Murdoc?” The small Puma cub looked up to her adoptive Father with wide eyes.
“Yes, Cub?” The large lion sighed, weary from all of the cub’s questions. Though, he wasn’t quit ready for the next. The young cat stopped and sat in font of the older male to keep him from walking on, to answer her question straight out.
“Were do cubs come from?” She asked nervously pawing her tail. The male stopped, stunned and eyes wide.
“Well…” the male stuttered. “I… I’ll show you when you’re older, Broken. I promise.” He gave her a sly smile.
Broken heaved a sigh as the male stepped over her to continue on the darkening path. The storm clouds looming overhead was not a good sign and they needed to find shelter from the storm. The cub followed hastily as not to fall behind.


This is some foreshadowing... but nothing good will come of it.
Broken is still a Puma they have spots as cubs!