A lost fight, an angered lion

In the instant that his body jumped in front of mine it dropped before me. My eyes widened in terror as I spotted the blood seeping out of the newly formed hole in his side. I could hear his faint cries as he struggled to rise to his feet.

My hand moved without a second thought and pressed gently along his side away from his wound. He whined as his light gold eyes stared at me with sadness. The touch I gave him seemed to settle him down as he placed his head fully along the grass as if it were a pillow. An ache took over my chest as I slowly kneeled down in front of him moving my hand slowly along his fur.

I kept feeling his breathing slow abit and fear struck me. Tears threatened to seep out and finally I could no longer hold them in as they streamed down my cheeks like a storm. My vision began to blur as the tears became more fierce, a slow growl formed in his throat but one of calling to me.

I couldn't look away from him afraid if I closed my eyes even for a second I would lose any chance of seeing him again. Suddenly a rough warm tongue brushed along my cheeks getting rid of the tears, following a nudge of his head as he rubbed it gently and lovingly under my chin. Already knowing I rubbed back in the same manner but it only made my heart ache more. Before I knew it his fur brushed along me in a quick motion as it thudded back against the ground.

Tears struck me again as I wrapped my arms around his giant lifeless head. "Brother..." I whispered to him my voice cracking.