Sekayi was sitting by a long dead tree, a tree that he distinctly remembered playing around with his siblings as a young cub. The young lion sighed as he thought of the days when his true problems seemed far and distant. As a young boy, he had only concerned himself with romping around with his sisters and brothers, and later sneaking around trying to get information on the red pelts. Nowadays the firekin outpost had been fully established and the young cubs of the Ithambo regularly trained there as they got old enough to. Sekayi wondered what it would have been like if he had completely grown up with the firekin outpost establishment as the new cubs were. Nevertheless, he was proud to see the young ones growing stronger everyday, he felt that it was an improvement for them. The only thing that kept Sekayi in the somber mood that he was in now, was the fact that soon enough he and his brothers wouldn't be able to see the future of their home. Sekayi knew that the time would come when his mane grew in and he would have to leave his beloved home forever.
