Sleep now, Shere Khan. Be angry no more.
Shere Khan: The man-cub is mine! I have already tasted its mother's blood! It is my right.Nisha: Your right according to whose law?
With the tiger and the hunter now gone, the future shimmered from darkness into light. Mowgli, man and wolf, both and neither, had given the jungle a voice. And for as long as he stood watch, it would speak a lasting peace.
One day you will speak, and the jungle will listen. What will you say then, man-cub?