King of the Jungle

He strutted up to the pack
To the kill
And growled
And growled again
They all looked at him but no one moved
He pounded the floor
Front feet together
Standing his ground
The spoils were his
He was the king
The king of all living beasts
Master of all he surveyed
They watched with feigned interest
Amused smirks behind closed faces
He roared again
Again and again …
The clip round the ear was not expected
Not something he would tolerate
Someone would pay for that
He rounded on his attacker
And slunk to the floor on his back
Tummy exposed
Mother lion nuzzled him gently
“All in good time my son” she said softly
“All in good time”

[Prompt: Personify an animal.]