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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 12:13 am
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Itshe saw the other lion first, of course. With his keen eyes and aerial viewpoint, he always did. When the vulture's lazy circling shifted into a tighter downward spiral, Maru flicked his ears forward, alert. After a seemingly interminable wait, he braced himself as Itshe landed on his broad back. "You saw something." It wasn't a question. If the bird had just been coming down to ride for a bit, he would have taken more time about it.
Itshe bobbed his head, before lifting one broad wing to preen beneath it. Once he was satisfied that his lion had waited long enough, his head reappeared. "A cub slipped from its minder, whoever that is. Looks stranger than you lot usually do." Clumsily hopping to the ground, he waved a wing. "That way."
The pale lion frowned, both puzzled and concerned, but waited for the vulture to re-settle before padding in the indicated direction. Rustling grass revealed the cub's location before long. "What are you doing out here?" he said, getting straight to the point. A cub could get hurt straying away from its elders, and easily.
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 4:00 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 6:53 pm
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"Grandma's smart, cub. Wandering off's a good way to end up as a buzzard's snack." Chortling as he awkwardly took to the air to avoid an admonishing swat, Itshe added, "What's left of you, anyways!" Not that he'd ever partaken of such a meal...where Maru could see it. Dead lion wasn't much different from dead anything else, to be honest, but upsetting his partner (too much) didn't work out well.
Ears flattened to his head, Maru cleared his throat in an awkward fashion. He'd been about to say something similar, but much more vague and hopefully cub-friendly. Instead, he was stuck fixing his bird's mess. "That won't happen as long as you're close enough for someone to see or hear you," he soothed. At least, he dearly hoped it was soothing. Maybe if he got her mind on something else... "Do you want me to help find her? Or maybe walk you back?" In his mortification, making a big deal of this cub's sickly blue color wasn't much of a priority.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 7:29 pm
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