`` My quarry . A man 's cub went this way , '' said Shere Khan . `` Its parents have run off . Give it to me . '' Shere Khan had jumped at a woodcutter 's campfire , as Father Wolf had said , and was furious from the pain of his burned feet . But Father Wolf knew that the mouth of the cave was too narrow for a tiger to come in by . Even where he was , Shere Khan 's shoulders and forepaws were cramped for want of room , as a man 's would be if he tried to fight in a barrel . `` The Wolves are a free people , '' said Father Wolf . `` They take orders from the Head of the Pack , and not from any striped cattle-killer . The man 's cub is ours -- to kill if we choose . '' `` Ye choose and ye do not choose ! What talk is this of choosing ? By the bull that I killed , am I to stand nosing into your dog 's den for my fair dues ? It is I , Shere Khan , who speak ! '' The tiger 's roar filled the cave with thunder . Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward , her eyes , like two green moons in the darkness , facing the blazing eyes of Shere Khan . `` And it is I , Raksha -LSB- The Demon -RSB- , who answers . The man 's cub is mine , Lungri -- mine to me ! He shall not be killed . He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack ; and in the end , look you , hunter of little naked cubs -- frog-eater -- fish-killer -- he shall hunt thee !
Now get hence , or by the Sambhur that I killed -LRB- I eat no starved cattle -RRB- , back thou goest XXXXX thy mother , burned beast of the jungle , lamer than ever thou camest into the world !
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