Nywele gasped and snapped back to his lion form. Hen looked her over worried that he had shocked her to death. He sighed when her chest started to rise and fall with breath once more. He lifted her onto his back and cradled her in his wings before moving back towards the pride lands.
Victorious was far from how he was feeling, all he felt was guilt. He dreamed of bringing back a female that followed him willingly. With a look of adoration in her eyes, not a passed out female on his back. Nywele must look like the other pads that knocked lionesses out to bring them home. He was one of those lions he had indeed knocked her out in a way. But these were not the things he should focus on he had a banu from out of the pride, and he really did adore her.
Something shiny caught his eyes on the walk back. He picked up the crystal not really knowing it was her's, but he decided he would give it to her when she woke up, perhaps that at least would make her smile.
