Miles; the leopard cub of the Cradle of Light; is curiosity wrapped in golden rosettes. His youthful fur soft and downy glows with warm amber tones; each spot a promise of the strength he will one day wield. In this tender moment he stretches clumsily from a tree branch; eyes wide with wonder; paw slipping just a little as he reaches for the hornbill that escapes his grasp. It is not the hunt that drives him but the game � practice for balance; play for instinct; and joy for discovery. Miles reminds us that even the fiercest of kings begin with innocence; learning the rhythms of the wild through laughter; play; and the endless surprises of the jungle.