If Naeem cared enough to pay attention, he'd have realized he was lost. Again. This was not an out of place occurrence. The young lion, who always had his head in the clouds and often looked like he was more asleep than awake, had gotten very used to finding himself in strange and unfamiliar places after wandering off. It was fortunate, then, that he was also slightly clumsy and generally left a myriad of broken twigs and turned over stones that was ideal for retracing his steps. Without them, he'd never find his way back home.
The sun hung high in the sky and beat against the back of his neck. It was unusually hot and Naeem, suddenly thirsty and ignorant to the nature of salt water, eyed the nearby ocean with eager curiosity as the tide ebbed and flowed against the shore. There was so much water.
