The White Tiger Book Novels & Stories

he says gratefully. “ There's no need for thanks. We are family,” I reply. “ Hmm, you're right. We are family!” We laugh and continue with our tasks. I ask my eldest brother to put the snake in his basket. He just glances at me but doesn't question my intention. We're heading back when I notice a cave in my peripheral vision. I enter the cave and see a dying white tiger, covered in blood and with bite marks—probably from wolves. It weakly growls at me, trying to intimidate me. I realize that the white tiger is pregnant and about to give birth, but because of its injuries, it didn't make it. I immediately cut open the tiger's belly and take out the tiny cub.