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Azhar was sitting at the mouth of his den, fiery eyes watching the pride activity all around him. He was finally growing into those big paws of his and his movements weren’t quite as uncoordinated as before. He was growing up.
With a slow and deliberate fluid motion, the young dark lion stood up and stretched. Ignoring his many (many!) young siblings and half-siblings, Azhar moved towards his older sister who was watching them and told her he was going for a quick walk. If there was one good thing about being a male, it was the fact that he didn’t have to justify his every move or find an escort every time he wanted some time on his own – well, sneaking off was always an option but the young lion knew that it wasn’t a good idea to worry or anger his father’s beybanu.
After exchanging a few quick words with Mozhgan, the little dark lion trotted off towards the lake. It was a popular location and getting to know the pride and the families that lived in the Ukuucha’Wafalme was one of his duties as a young Pesar, after all.