

Kame was out and about on one of his days off with his son, Amjad. His sons were growing rapidly and soon enough he'd be able to start training them in the warrior ways he had been brought up in. He was rather excited at the prospect of teaching his sons to spar and sparring with them in return. It was the dream of every father to pass along their skills and abilities, like a changing of the guard if you will. He walked along through the dens with his son, who was overly excited about their excursion.
Amjad made sure to look at everything he came across. While he had one of these trips previously, he was generally left with his mothers who only took him out so far. His father had promised, and intended to take him out farther than just the local dens today and show him as much of the grounds as he could manage to without wanting to pass out on his cubby legs.
"How far are we going again, Dad?" Amjad asked, blue eyes shining with his excitement, "Are we gonna see the edge of the pride? Huh?"
Kame chuckled to himself quietly and shook his head to his son, "I don't believe we'll get that far today, but we'll be going pretty far."


Those strange blue eyes looked up at his mother and he beamed the way only a cub could. Unlike the rest of her cubs, Zuberi wasn't chubby in the least bit. He ran around the den a good deal more than his siblings did, terrorized Fila and her cubs and found it upon himself to protect the den and the females inside of it, without his brothers' help.
"Why? I mean, what if it's daddy? Can I run to see him?" Zuberi was very proud of his father. He admired those scars Vu had every chance he got, but he never asked about them. He wanted too, but his mother would look upon them, sometimes, sadly and licked at them and murmur apologies, so he figured it wasn't his place.
"No, my son. It won't be your father. He's on patrol." Her voice was just as rough and soft as ever.