Stupid Pala. Stupid herding. Stupid growing up and running off!
Khuluma was a little ball of fury as he stormed about the Savannah, making considerable distance from the Prey God’s herd as he threw his miniature tantrum. Ever since Palahala had trotted off to leave him alone, the God cub was furious. Just because SOME people grew up and SOME people felt some pulling desire to leave their herd for God Haven’s knows what didn’t mean that leaving him alone was excusable.
The golden cub tried to ask Zebadie, a klipspringer who acted as both a mother to Pala and to Khuluma at times, but she only said it was what older males did. They went off and they found ladies. LADIES! Who cared about ladies?! There were plenty of female klipspringers in the herd! Couldn’t he just stay here?
Well, he wasn’t having it. Whatever hussy he was with, some roaming tramp who was taking his brother’s time away, he could care less. She could take him forever and he wouldn’t care less. There!
Huffing, he went to tear up the grass, only recently learning about his claws and using them to rip and tear the blades and dirt up as he vented and gave off little growls of displeasure. Maybe he’d just leave. Just like Pahalaha had. He’d leave and make the male worry all about him when he came back. That would teach him!
Being a god who knew how to use language well, Khuluma was muttering some rather colorful phrases that he never once connected together or dared too until now. It was probably good he was away from the herd or else Zebadie might have gave him a sharp scolding.
