He'd never been one to give in easily, much less to give up, but if he was to be honest with himself, that was what he was doing right now. Giving up. Going home. But if he was to continue being honest, he would admit that it was the best option left to him, the right one, for everything he had been doing up until then he had been doing wrong.He had left home, so very many months ago, as a scrawny adolescent. Life alone in the rogue lands with his brothers had filled him out, made him bigger, stronger. He would never be as big as Abrafo, he would never have a mane, but he was an adult now. Well proportioned, steady on his feet, ready to run all night or all day. Always ready with a quick word for the ladies he met - lion, leopard, hybrid, even a cheetah or two - but it had never worked out. Even the few who had responded well at first, the ones that felt different, made something stir... it hadn't worked. They weren't the one.
The one, the one. She was there, somewhere, wasn't she? Waiting for him? Izin had found his true love, two of them if you counted the male... Izin with a man! Tendaji still wasn't certain how he felt about it, but he knew that if either of Izin's loves turned false, he would kick their a**. Izin was... happy. Yes, happy. And if Tendaji was to be honest, he was more than a little jealous.
