The elephants created this jungle. Where they’ve made furrows with their tusks, the rivers ran. Where they blew with their trunks, the leaves fell. They made all that belongs. The mountains. The trees. The birds in the tree. But they did not make you. That is why you must go.
Until I have the man cub, these hills are my hills. You did not respond to reason. So now you will know fear.
Shift your hunting ground for a few years and everyone forgets how the law works. Well, let me remind you. A man cub becomes man, and man is forbidden!
Never forget this. You’re mine. Mine to me. No matter where you go or what they may call you, you will always be my son.