As he watched her go in, Makaa could only sigh. It was natural worry, worry of the what-ifs. What if she had an unnatural? What if she had to take it to the Simo? What if someone besides Kidondo met her? He shook his head, then went over to the slave. "Make yourself useful, go find some pelts to line the den. Good ones!"
Kimiko could only nod, rising. "Yes, master Makaa'kali..." She started walking, heading into the desert to find good-looking pelts. Behind her, the orange lion went back into the den to be with his mate.
