She had passed away quietly, in her sleep, and her beloved had at first simply lain beside her, but on the fourth day, hunger began to trouble him and he started to enjoy her flesh piece by piece. Red drops led from room to room.

The lion did not try to run when the grandmother died. He did not know what life awaited him beyond the door, since he had lived in this house all his life.

That is why they say a wild animal remains wild, no matter how much you try to tame it!