Ki'jivu was on guard duty, following a familiar path by the river bordering the Mwezi'Johari lands. Although his typical shift was in the midst of night, today's was taking place in the middle of the day. These guard shifts were a bit more leisurely, as one did not have to be on a great high alert in case there were threats to the pride creeping around in the dark.
This shift was different for the starry-maned lion, as he had recently formalzied romantic entanglements with the lioness he had been crushing on, Dareia. She was beautiful and everything he never knew he wanted, and he couldn't keep his mind off of her. He tried to focus on securing the borderlands, but it was difficult with her on his mind.
And yet, he continued in his attempts: focusing instead on the brightness of the sun, the crispness of the air, the chirping of some far-off birds. It was a beautiful day - the perfect day for clearing his mind.