"Mowgli," said Bagheera, "I hate to interrupt your treasured playtime, but there is something I wish to speak to you about. No, you are not in trouble − in fact, it is really quite an honour for you. What I am about to say, I have preferred to keep hidden from many."
The man-cub in question had been swinging to and fro by his legs, upside down, on a low branch, his arms crossed proudly and his hair hanging. Upon hearing the black panther, who had played a large role in teaching him the ways of the Jungle, he quickly jumped down and lay down beside him on the grass. He valued his playtime indeed, but also loved to learn and discover new things. After all, it stopped life from becoming boring.
"Have you ever wondered" the panther asked, "why it was, when the Seeonee wolves debated over whether to accept you, that I stepped in and offered that bull on your behalf?"
"Sometimes," Mowgli admitted. "Not that I'm complaining, but what made an independent panther like you do that?