Luken was happy. It wasn't saying much, because the little cub seemed incapable of feeling any other emotion, but at least it said something. It didn't matter to him how much strife was happening around him, and the tensions lingering in the air rarely affected his mood. All he knew was, he was happy, and he wanted the world to be happy too.
After all, didn't it deserve to be? Didn't other lions deserve to experience life the way he did? Laughter was the best medicine, and this Luken believed without a shadow of a doubt. Everything could be rectified with laughter, and it was an absolute travesty, how little lions understood.
Or, indeed, how little humor some creatures had. Luken had barely begun his life, and already he had lost count of how many times somebody had gotten mad at him for doing nothing except try to infuse a situation with some good, old-fashioned fun.
Today, he padded along, eyes and ears on the lookout for some (un)fortunate soul to whom he could spread his infectious glee. Somebody had to be out and about, and if that somebody wasn't half as happy as he by the time Luken was done, there was something seriously amiss.
Yofiel stretched and padded out to see what she could do. It was another wonderful day in the pride and right now it was a wonderful day she was spending on the mainland. The whole uprising thing did not bother Yofiel as much as it probably should have. She had come to the pride literally right before it happened, and so long as she got to spend her time with her mate, she would count the blessings rather than the strife.