So, as it says on my occupation, I am a wannabe novelist. So here is a small piece of something I am working on. I'll just put out the prologue to avoid all those people who might be mean enough to try to steal my story.
Prologue
Emerald eyes glinted in the sun as the white lion looked out over the flat expanse. He stared in the direction of the small, newborn cub's cry, unrelenting and unheard by others. Looking back in the direction he had just come, the white tiger could smell the faint scent of the wolves. The odor was leading in the direction of the cry and his stomach knotted, he knew the reason the cub was crying was because the wolv