The Opportunist

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The Mountainlion's voice, a low rumble that shook the forest floor, startled the boy. "You are not welcome here," it declared, its golden eyes piercing through the dappled sunlight. The boy's heart pounded, but he stood his ground, the image of his beloved dog flashing before his eyes. The Mountainlion continued, its voice softening slightly, "Not because of who you are, but because of the sorrow you carry." The boy's eyes widened. The great cat had sensed his loss. "Your companion rests within me now," the Mountainlion said, its gaze lingering on the boy's tear-streaked face. "He was already gone when I found him, his spirit free. I offer you this: leave unharmed, and let me finish my mourning." The boy nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. He backed away slowly until the dangerous cat was no longer in sight. The weight of his grief eased by a newfound respect for the creature who had shared his loss. For many years the boy lived with many thoughts on rhe big cat words.