Deep in a territory ruled by fierce beasts, a small newborn cub is found. Covered in soft, long white fur, with no sharp claws or fangs, its ears flopping limply, the cub blinks up at the towering figures with round, innocent blue eyes. The horned lion king turns to the other chieftains. "Whose is this?" The razor-toothed leopard scoffs. "None of my kin would be this weak." The demon-eating vulture narrows its murky eyes. "Alive? Not interested." The bone wolf takes a single glance before losing interest and walking away. The three-eyed serpent flicks its tongue, slithering closer. "I haven't had lunch yet, so maybe—" Surrounded by these ferocious beasts, the cub suddenly rolls onto its back, exposing its fluffy belly, and lets out a tiny, squeaky howl: "Awoo~" — After much deliberation, the lion king and the chieftains reluctantly agree—they will take turns raising the cub until it grows up or finds its own kind. Thus begins the cub’s difficult life among these ruthless predators. Yet before long, the chieftains find themselves at odds, fiercely competing for the right to raise the cub permanently. — The three-eyed serpent hisses after a brawl with the vulture: "You bald freak! The little one’s barely eaten anything warm with you!" The vulture snaps back: "Wasn’t it you who taught it to swallow eggs whole?" The razor-toothed leopard smirks. "Hmph, the cub looks the most like me." The bone wolf leads its pack forward, ready to snatch the cub without another word. The horned lion king shields the tiny white fluffball behind him. "Enough. It stays with me for now." #The Sound of Collective Backpedaling# #The Chronicles of Me and My Five Dads#