OOC: Intentionally bereft of words to go with an RP each has that doesn't qualify for breeding! (Gabedi has 500 words but 4 posts, Zola has under 500 words AND only 4 posts)

He'd been back in the pride's lands for some time now, dutifully watching cubs. He couldn't quite remember which, but one had, at one point, been utterly enthralled with his tail and pouncing on it. Good practice, he felt, for what was out in the roguelands. For the boys, good preparation for when they'd take their turn. For the girls, good in case something came in. Today, no cubs chewed his ears or pounced his tail, and Gabedi found himself rolling onto his back in relaxation.

When Gabedi had returned, Zola had been overjoyed. She'd also been sad - They'd grown up with Jasiri a constant face in the pride, somebody that, for all intents and purposes, would always be there. But watching her brother interact with the cubs Jasiri had left behind made her smile, as despite his prior angry and brash nature of their adolescence, he'd proven a good Inselelo with minding the cubs and protecting them as his own. Not far, under the same tree, she relaxed and stretched out on her stomach.

Looking at his sister, Gabedi reached a paw up and covered her nose with it. She'd taken after their mother, around medium size, while he'd taken after their father. Naturally, this meant his paw covered a fair bit of her face. "Got your nose!"

Ears folding back, she leaned back and away. Lifting her paw, she playfully batted it away. "Oh, stop that!"

He grinned, then tucked his paws to his chest, eyes closing. Above, a bird danced in the branches of the tree, while the sun shone down.

Zola rolled over, the filtering sunlight dappling her pale abdomen. One day, when there was a different inselelo, it'd be full of cubs. But not today, she wasn't keen yet on being with Bangizwe or Andhaka. Definitely not Andhaka. She didn't like his personality.

At some point, Gabedi had fallen asleep. He let out a quiet snore, sun dappling his own abdomen.

One eye slid open as Zola stared at her brother. She let out a huff, reaching over to shove a paw on his face. "Stop snoring."

"Make me." He rolled over, stretching out. Soon he was back asleep.

She mock-scowled at him, then rolled over as well. Sleep soon overtook the spotted lioness, and she smiled to herself as she slept, dreaming of all the cubs sure to arrive soon in the pride. Propserous times were in the Ithambo again, she felt.