branch, stood a little baby, soft a

branch, stood a little baby, soft and slightly chubby, who could just walk. He looked up at Father Wolf’s face and laughed.
“That’s a man cub?” said Mother Wolf. “I’ve never seen one. Bring it here. How brave!” she added softly.
In the next second, the moonlight was blocked out of the cave. The square head of the tiger Shere Khan appeared in the doorway, his body too big to fit through the small opening.