[Piccu here later]
Dahabu pawed at his nearly full-grown mane as he looked at his reflection in one of the few clear pools of water in the jungle. It was ODD, having so much FLUFF on his neck and head. But it wasn't as odd as seeing how...PRETTY Jasiri was getting. If he could have, he would have blushed. His old playmate, his closest friend despite all she'd put him through...was getting to be very pretty, and very definitely NOT a cub anymore. Which meant two things...
One, they would be able to look for his mother soon. Two...he was going to have to figure out how to treat her. Did he treat her like a lady? Did he still play with her and wrestle with her? Did he do both somehow? Ugh...this made his head hurt.
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