Akela: Mowgli. What was the rule about your tricks?
Mowgli: It's not the wolf way.
Akela: No more tricks. Chin up, little one. We'll make you a fine wolf, yet.
Gray: What about me? Am I gonna be a fine wolf? Look at me howl!
Akela: In some packs, the runt gets eaten. Mowgli, behind me. Don't leave my side.
Shere Khan: Everyone comes to Peace Rock. So many smells to catch up on. But, um...I can't help but notice there's this strange odour today. What is it, this scent that I'm on? I almost... I almost think it was some kind of... man-cub.
Akela: Mowgli belongs to my Pack, Shere Khan.
Shere Khan: Mowgli? They've given it a name. When was it we came to adopt man into the Jungle?
Akela: He's just a cub.
Shere Khan: Does my face not remind you of what a grown man can do? 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!
Raksha: What do you know about Law?
Shere Khan: Raksha.
Raksha: Hunting for pleasure. Killing for power. You've never known Law. The cub is mine! Mine to me. So, go back to where you came from, you burned beast!
Akela: The tiger knows who rules this part of the Jungle. I'm sure he doesn't mean to come here and make threats. Especially during a Water Truce.
Shere Khan: No, I'm deeply respectful of these Laws that keep us safe. So, here's my promise. Nothing lasts forever. The rains will return and the river will rise. And when this rock disappears, that Truce will end. You want to protect him, fine. But ask yourselves, how many lives is a man-cub worth?