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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:44 am
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He frowned at her again, and as he realized there would be no easy way of talking some sense into her about this, he simply set the little cub back down at his feet gently. He knew this was almost bordering on irrational, but to tell Nyunya that would only make the situation that much worse. As he often did, he had a need of tip-toeing around the subject, bring her around to reason. He silently thanked his mother for his ability to think before speaking, or this would be only one of many times that he would be making her angrier. The older lioness' way of thinking had some perks, after all.
"Nyunya, he does not," he said softly. He leaned down, nosing the little cubs forelegs. "Look at his leg socks, the white there. I know for a fact that's from your mum." He didn't really want to bring Denge up, not after all the stress that Nyunya had to go through because of what had happened, but it was the only way he could see getting some sense into his mate. "You got them from your mum, he got them from you," he shrugged slightly, trying to play it off as if it were no big deal. "And the backstripe, that's mine," he puffed up at this, proudly, trying to weasel a joke into the conversation to make it that much less bothersome.
"Either way, love, we need to get them both back to the den. I love Njozi, you know I do, but the poor boy is dense sometimes and you know he can't take care of five cubs by himself for very long," he nodded his head towards their daughter, as incentive to make her pick her up, and leaned back down to grasp the little boy in his jowls once more.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:17 am
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Nyunya, ever so stubborn when she wanted to be (usually when it was the most inconvenient), refused to be calmed by Taabu's rationalities. The mention of the white socks passed her by without a reaction, not factoring into her current thought process. And Taabu's claim to being responsible for the backstripe had no effect on her. Nyekundu, after all, had carried exactly the same marking, and in exactly the same colour as the little boy now had. Taabu could claim it all he wanted, but Nyunya currently wasn't willing to believe it came from anyone other than Nyekundu; it was too much of a coincidence for her.
Ironically, though, it was the least-planned part of Taabu's speech that struck the right chord within Nyunya. The mention of the other cubs, of them being left with someone incapable of giving them the exact care they needed, snapped her out of her frightened stupor. Her cubs needed her, and that included the son that so strongly resembled her father, and the strong instincts within her that disliked the idea of even Taabu keeping her cubs away from her squashed all other less important thoughts into a ball in the back of her mind.
"All right. Let's go home." She leaned down to gently pick up the dark form of her daughter in her mouth, and with a nod to her mate, she began to walk in the direction of her den. In her physical condition, so tired after childbirth, there was no way she could run the distance like Taabu had even if she'd wanted to. But though she seemed calmer now and more in control, the troubled look in her eyes said she wasn't done thinking about the startling resemblance between her father and her son. |
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 12:07 pm
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