Right. Time to get to work.
Ridwan glanced behind him. It hadn't been long since he'd left his homelands, a couple of hours at the most, but he'd travelled far enough that the familiarity of the landscape had faded, leaving foreign, unknown lands before him.
Hopefully, this meant that the words 'Ukuucha'Wafalme' would mean little to any lioness' he'd meet out here.
He'd entertained the idea of capturing a non-lion feline, to begin with. They seemed easier to control, since they were weaker, and they fascinated the lion a little. But to have Eunuch sons was a disgrace, and he wouldn't allow such a thing. He'd expect the best from his sons, as his father had from him, and that meant they had to actually be able to produce children, and gather a harm. He found himself gagging at the mere thought of even being related to such a disgusting creature.
Pausing in his stride, Ridwan took a moment to survey the area, looking for any lioness' nearby - or any other creature that might be able to direct him to a lioness. His eyes were narrowed as he searched, forehead furrowing in concentration.
She was laying in a field, the tall savannah grasses around her blue coat. She was day dreaming…in a sleeplike state…yet not quite asleep. She was oblivious to the things around her, and had no way to imagine the lion coming her way. 