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The moment Thili spoke, a bolt of white and black raced right under him and hid behind his back leg. Sewelo was not as little as he used to be and hiding was harder but it was hardly healthful to whisper, "Help me." The great 'danger' that he had run from was walking out of the den, his mother and the bath she was insisting he take.

Senatla chuckled deeply as she walked from her den, first appearing not to know where Sewelo was and giving the lion in front of her a heartfelt smile, "Good evening, Thili, I am hunting little cubs who escape their evening baths. How are you this evening?" She treasured having the lion around, not only for the aid in meals, but for companionship as well. He was also a great father figure for her cubs, a real positive influence.

Watching the setting sun paint striking colors on his dark fur, her eyes went between his and the ball of fluff hiding by his back leg. It was a nice night, and peaceful, as peaceful as one can get living in a den with six very energetic cubs.

His mission was something she had to keep in mind as well, it was easy to fall for the charming rogue lion that had made himself an important part of her family. One day, he would leave, but she knew he'd come back eventually as well. It would be a sad day for the family when he did leave, but for as long as the ocean and her family could keep him, she would be glad for the time.

Chuckling at his joke, she told him warmly, "No, you haven't lost it yet, the flying fluff was indeed the fastest cub on the beach." When evading a bath, some cubs really could kick up the speed, Sewelo was no exception. The idea of a hunting lesson, so reminiscent of a father-son outing, she couldn't say no to it. Of course, even if she had the notion to try, the little smiling cub begging to be allowed to go, even if it meant a bath after words, would fully melt any resistance. "Alright, you two have fun and good hunting." Sitting down at then entrance of her den, she had grown to trust the rogue enough to even allow the hunting trip unsupervised by herself.

Sewelo had come out at the sounds of a hunting trip, too excited to think about the bath that would follow. Smiling with all teeth showing, he had echoed a 'please' and was ecstatic when she said yes. Leaping around, he let out a loud victory whoop and did an action between leaping and skipping.

Going up to his mother, he nuzzled her leg in further thanks, getting a nuzzle and lick in return. Purring, he cut short the normal time he would spend in his mother's affections and darted once more to Thili, jumping up and hitting his leg with his front paws with no force behind it besides his own small body, "I am ready!" As if that readiness wasn't already evident in his energetic bouncing and whole body wiggles of excitement.

Accepting the time, she stayed still and watched her son go off with Thili. It was almost strange, to watch the black and white cub and the rogue go off with out her, and yet at the same time it was a warming scene. She had complete confidence he would take good care of her son. It was probably because Sewelo had been with her his entire life and this was the first time he was really away from her, walking away at least.

Finally, when the night had swallowed them, she went back into her den and curled up around her remaining cubs, looking after them.

Sewelo didn't look back as they went off to hunt, the great adventure a head captivating the young leopon. He was walking, or trotting raither, proud of being so ready to hunt, more so then any other lion Thili had seen and that was a great thing in his young mind. It still made him feel like the most powerful lion in the world to be able to knock back the dark rogue he had grown to idolize.

Coming back to earth when the lesson began, he looked to his legs, white like the majority of his body. He had liked the color before, but it put a bit of a frown on his black muzzle to think it would be at a disadvantage to him. Being betrayed by your own pelt, that was just wrong!

All was better in the cub's world, worry washed away like marks in the sand. If he was taught by the great Thili, then there was no way he would have trouble. "Of course, your teaching me so I'll have no problem!" He spoke with a high level of confidence in Thili, as if he could do anything including controlling the tide and, as his mind made up, kill any prey with only a mere glance. It didn't hurt that his own ego and imagination had him out to be a masterful silent predator as it was.

Though his cubbish mind was still very much focused on imagination not concrete note taking, his respect for the older lion drew him mostly away from getting distracted. The task was easier then it might have been due to the fact the there was so much to see and sniff. Looking at the strange indents that were supposed to be tracks, he moved his muzzle closer for an sniff inspection. In doing so, he got a nose of mud and smugged up the prints.

Pulling his nose back and sneezing, he shook his head and moved on, unfazed by his goof up, or appearing as such. He heard everything that was said, though some of it was like the mouse tracks to his own paw print. Watching things made a lot of sense, things feeling safe when a mighty hunter around was a little less indented.

With darkness and moonlight, the night played tricks, ocean breeze turning normal bushes into unknown threats. Sticking very close to Thili, for the older lion's protection, he kept moving. Stepping on a twig, he answered the dark lion's question first with, "My steps make nose, they never did that on the sand." On the sand, he was always quite, here he needed to watch his step which he did so in a slightly exaggerated manner

Sniffing, he added, eager to show off, "There is foodstuffs that prey eat." His mother and introduced that one when he found a berry earlier and asked what the nasty thing was for, "The bushes move, kinda making a distracting sound, maybe the prey will have a harder time hearing movements?" Mouth up turned, he puzzled out what else he saw that he was supposed to see. Going on his sense of smell, everything was a bit muddy right now. The only thing he had left to drag up was his pelt, "The moon makes interesting shadows with its light." He hoped he was right, because he wanted to impress Thili.

The young cub beamed under the praise, feeling ten feet tall. Riding that, he was a little less offset by the idea of studying the shadows. However, since he was told to, the cub sat right down and started staring at them attempting break their secrets. Drawn away from attempting to study, the cub followed his mentor's action, right on his tail eager to learn though itching to play.

Creeping forward, he looked to the part where the berries had been eaten, he could even scent something faint and woodesy with a underlying musk type scent, the smell of something that had been by. So intent on this new thing, that he almost missed the lesson on how to walk. Watching midway though, he got the gist of it and tried with his paw, brushing away the small area, he stepped and was delighted not to hear any sounds.


Curious and creative, he turned around and gave a big sweep of his tail, dirtying his tail a bit but also sending debris everywhere. It did serve a purpose, he was able to step forward completely, standing sideways, without a sound. Curiosity came out again and he asked, "Wouldn't be even quieter to use the trees?" There was no concept that anything hunted that way, or didn't, he was just thinking that there were no dried leaves up there to set on.

His ears lowered a bit when his new trick was proven a bad idea. Still, the praise was nice for it and he had learned something and wanted to work it around to work for him. Repeating his trick, determined to make it work, he then did the revers behind him, using his great control of his tail to put the leaves mostly back where they were.

Joy over his solution faded into confusion, he knew he was special but it was puzzling the way it was said. Head tilted to the side, he tried to understand, "Why are we special, is it because momma is?" It was the only thing that made sense to him, after all he had not given much thought to his father hardly had the concept that there was such a thing. In his world, family had a mother and siblings, then the male roll was played by a strong male currently Thili, that was his normal.

"You don't look fat, Momma says your fluffy but not a bit scary rogue." He didn't understand most of it, nor did think to add that the cub had asked about his mane.

Oblivious to how difficult he was making things, the curious cub just waited for the answer to his question. It only grew when Thili said his mother was special but in a different way then how he and his siblings were special. Bringing to attention that he didn't have a tuft on his tail, it now became the focus of his attention. Before, it was just something he assumed he would grow into, now it was different.

Frowning, he fought the cub urge to run to his mother for answers and to make it normal again. "O..okay." he was unsure about this now, constantly looking back at his tail with a frown and puzzled expression.

Reaching a paw forward, he cleared the leaves and sticks. Stepping forward, the cub pushed on repeating the process to get next to the big lion, glancing back at his tail every few steps.