#:bhalu

[the-simple-necessities]

junglegirlshanti

From atop his high perch, the old (nigh blind) bear looked down to the approaching girl. He rumbled in a hoarse, ancient voice.

“We are of one blood, ye and I...what brings such youth so deep into the jungle?”

He may have had poor sight, yet he knew for certain this was not Mowgli who stood before him, but a young woman.

[the-simple-necessities]

@mxncub

Drinking deep from the Wainganga river, Baloo took his sweet time. The old bear would need his voice to be clear if he was to teach Mowgli, and one could simply not teach with a dry throat. 

It was high noon and the sun lay high in the sky. The patch of earth where today’s teachings would be held was basked in patchy sunlight. The shadows of the canopy danced about the clearing and the birds provided the appropriate music for such a dance.