The pink lion was, at the end of every day, a realist. Focused and determined, but logical enough to understand that he had limits. For four years he'd been hunting Mittere with not even a trace of her to be found since that last mercenary job. He'd searched all over, but had yet to catch a hint of the lioness. And he couldn't rely on her to have stayed in a single location all this time. It was entirely likely that she'd been to one or more of the same places he'd gone, and had almost certainly moved on by this time. Being a single individual, he could only be in one place at any given time.
Facio needed help.
It had been relatively simple to find a lioness that was physically attractive, member of no pride, willing to be seduced by sweet words, without family or friends, and foolish enough to keep him close. He slightly regretted the necessity of disposal, but the pink male couldn't afford to have his prey warned.
For the time being, he wasn't able to move much or rapidly, as cubs were not yet capable of marching for hours at a time nor skilled enough to feed themselves. A setback, but only a temporary one, for in time his ability to search would be multiplied by each of the children. That managed to survive.
Today he was taking time to teach his eldest daughter alone. He'd do this with each of the cubs, as well as training them together. He had to, not all of them might be worth the time, and how could he learn which ones weren't if they covered for each other?
