Mbaraka stretched out in the sun, his long forepaws forming a graceful arc as he flicked his tail and shook his mane erratically. He was no longer a young lion and it showed, the gray fur on his body was accompanied by an every so slightly lighter smattering that glinted at times. It wasn't wholly obvious, nor was he too old, but he definitely felt that the passing of time had seemed to grow stronger, and he felt like he was tumbling down a mountain with force instead of rolling down it.
He had recently had the fortune of meeting a female. Lovely as she was, they had only spent the one night together and she had not been interested in much else. The male took it in his stride, having not become too attached to her in the short period of time, but he still would have liked some more permanent company.
He wandered alone again, he had been a rogue for so long. There had been other fleeting companionships in the past - none of them had really seemed to last.
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