There was much to be done now that he was a part of the pride, one duty being den mother and permanent guardian to a young jackle pup while others that held more importance were, unfortunately, put to the side. The boy was more responsibility than Mwan had anticipated and more than he truly wanted to acquire, but it was a part of his life nonetheless and...what could be done about it now?
Of course on a more diplomatic standing, Mwanyambi stood as a guard for the Firekin and was gradually beginning to understand his part within the position. Protecting the land and its members was easy, but there were elements that came into play when you walked the sands of this land.
Luckily, with the passing of several days and his prior experience with the Firekin heat, he had grown used to the swelter, making the training process that much easier.
Today, however and even for the most seasoned of Firekin lions, was particularly unforgiving and served no other purpose than as a day to relax...well, should stand for nothing more than that.
He sat idle beneath the only shade for miles; a lone tree in the dunes and licked away at his blistered paws. Back home, where most of the lions were resting or just now rustling from their dreams, his ‘adopted’ son was knocked out cold. There was magic yet to be discovered as tiring out that youngster proved worth its while in the end.
Mwanyambi preferred life this way; alone, peaceful and would make gallant efforts in keeping it just so, but be it fate or a curse he knew everything had (or would) change in his coming to the desert.
Nature had plans for Mwanyambi, big plans he both assumed and feared. Watching the sun rise over the horizon, he thought on about his pup and the life yet lived for the two of them, frowning as the red light touched the sands and made its way toward his tree.
