Tabaqui
Evening Nisha, Vihaan. It's a lovely, isn't it?
Vihaan
What is it that you want, Tabaqui? What's that I smell, fresh kill?
Nisha
If it's bones you're after, look elsewhere. We have enough mouths to feed.
Tabaqui
I mean no trouble, Nisha. [sees man-cub] Oh.
Nisha
[Shere Khan roars]
Your master calls. You best go quickly. He sounds a little tempered tonight.
Tabaqui
That he does, that he does. And with good reason. [takes off] I found the man-cub! I found the man-cub!
