"He is a man - a man - a man!" snarled the pack. And most of the wolves began to gather round Shere Khan, whose tail was beginning to switch."Now the business is in thy hands," said Bagheera to Mowgli. "We can do no more except fight."

Mowgli stood upright, the fire-pot in his hands. Then he stretched out his arms, and yawned in the face of the council. But he was furious with rage and sorrow, for, wolf-like, the wolves had never told him how they hated him. "Listen you!" he cried. "There is no need for this dog"s jabber. Ye have told me so often to-night that I am a man (and indeed I would have been a wolf with you to my life"s end), that I feel your words are true. So I do not call ye my brothers any more, but sag [dogs], as a man should. What ye will do, and what ye will not do, is not yours to say. That matter is with me. And that we may see the matter more plainly, I, the man, have brought here a little of the Red Flower which ye, dogs, fear."

He flung the fire-pot on the ground, and some of the red coals lit a tuft of dried moss that flared up, as all the council drew back in terror before the leaping flames. Mowgli thrust his dead branch into the fire till the twigs lit and crackled, and whirled it above his head among the cowering wolves. Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге The First Jungle Book