Fatherhood had been an interesting thing. At first he'd been awed and fastinated by the idea, and more protective of the little ones he'd rescued from the trials of slavery than he could ever have imagined being. Perhaps he'd have done it for Obadias. But for two strangers? He hadn't known them at the time, just that they were his. And now, well. Now they'd grown and into very well adjusted members of his pride as well. He was particularly proud of Mozi, though whether this was because the young female was a seer could be debated. She was his seer though, and had only reinforced the idea that visions ran in bloodlines. His brother had them. His daughter had them. It made perfect sense to him.
So when Namir told him that there was something unwell about one of his newer daughters, when Kydrimm reported that the young banu, aside from having difficulty adjusting, was also prone to moments of...oddness. Well. Any father would have been concerned for the wellbeing of his offspring. But there was just something about the way he'd been told that raised a little...suspicion. Anwar knew seers after all. He'd learned some of the signs. If his little girl was a seer...well well well then.
"Bad," he murmured, it was always easy for him to find his children wherever they might be. A pair of watchful avians helped him keep them almost always under some form of survalence after all. But in the early morning, when little ones were still sleepy, it was easiest of all to find them. He nudged her softly, that innocent and friendly smile he'd so practiced fitting his features. "Would you like to come with me on patrol?" the lion asked. He didn't truly have an assigned patrol, but it was any male's duty to help keep an eye on the outskirts. And it would give him plenty of time alone with his daughter. He didn't think it would take more than a day to learn the truth of this matter, whatever it may be...
