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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 12:20 am
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Fyja was in good enough spirits these days. His sons and daughters had reached adulthood, and were starting to pick and pair off with other fine upstanding lions of their pride and clan. The dark lion felt nothing but love and pride for those he'd had a paw in raising—they'd grown up well, the lot of them, if he were asked—but the den felt decidedly empty now with just himself and his beloved wife inside. Perhaps Zia could be convinced that more cubs might fill the empty space...
Or, as it turned out, maybe he'd find something else for them to dote on.
Something shivered beneath a bush, rustling the leaves and catching his sharp ears. He wasn't terribly hungry...he'd gone 'hunting' more to stretch his legs than anything...and a moment more's listening told him easily enough that it was a bit too large to be a hare or anything like that. Silently he crept forward, peeking through the branches to find...a cub? He stepped back, looking about for any nearby adults. None revealed themselves, and the wind bore only his own scent and that of the cub. How very odd.
A second look over made it plain that the child was not of Ela'wadiyi stock. No tattoos, no satchel or feather in her fur. And she (he was fairly certain it was a she) didn't smell like the people of the Ela did. She was a stranger, in their land, but a cub was innocent. Gingerly he lowered to his belly, peering in among the leaves but not going in after her.
"Are you alright there, little one?" His voice was barely above a whisper, even and kind and warm. He didn't want to startle her if he could help it, but for the sake of her safety, if she bolted he'd probably have to give chase.
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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 9:28 am
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