The giant black and red lion stood at the border, as he always had. The bahari’mtoto Was his home, he had been born here and while he had left for a very short time as a young adolescent he had returned to the beach, the sand and most importantly his family. His family was massive and many generations lived here beside one another on the beach. His own mother had long since passed but his father still lived, old and gray though his dad was. No matter what happened this was home.One of the many reasons why he sat here, besides guarding, of course, was that he hoped that one day Kivumbi would come back. He missed his mate, he missed her a lot. She had gone many moons ago and at least one of his sandy sons had followed. This was home, he couldn’t leave it. No matter how he felt.
Taking a deep breath the big lion settled himself at his post alert but in a prone relaxed position. He could quickly raise from his paws and approach anyone coming from outside of the pride.
Pelleas, a bright blue vulture dropped from the sky and perched upon the massive lions head. The bird said nothing and simply started to preen his feathers. He had always been with Vuai he was an extra pair of eyes on the border, a scout for his guarding companion. It seemed to him like it would be another quiet day as most where. The Bahari was always a rather uneventful place though this year had been full of unusual happenings, nothing truly bad had occurred. It was a good way to live, in peace.
