((Good enough fo me, well done Anklor.... And klurve, currently your character can bite me....))
The feline turned to the whimpering child and a shard of his former self, before the rage set in, came back. The part that wanted to protect the cub in the first place, the part that wished not to fight, but to care.... He threw of Ruban, sending him a few feet away, to skid over the floor, but mostly unharmed. He stood up and slowly walked over to the whimpering cub, there he sat down and placed his paw on the child's head, his eyes portraying the anger no more....
((Damn... took a while to post....))