He had been amongst these lands for a few moons now, and it still never ceased to amaze him. The brown lion grew up in the rogue lands, south of the Pridelands. It was a total difference to look at the marshy area and compare it to his old lifestyle. Even the air cast a different quality that Odijo seemed to like. It was almost as if the trees around him kept the moisture from the swamps in, leaving the atmosphere a bit on the humid side. The teacher believed this was a perfect climate for teaching. It brought different factors to allow children of all ages to fight mentally as they would concentrate on work.
Once he learned the traditions deeply himself, he would then begin his ever going job of transferring his knowledge to the next generation; but first, to find one who could explain it well to him.
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