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The look he gave her was returned, with interest. Purring at her son's nuzzle, relieved that he took the news so well. He looked so excited, which delighted her. There was no chance they would ever meet their birth father, but at least he now knew about that part of his heritage. A good spin on words helped a lot.

Sewelo knew, pretty much, because Thili let it slip and then she had to explain it. "Yes, Sewelo knows, while he doesn't know the word leopon, he knows what it means. You are the only one to know of your birth father," That was something he could have, while his brother knew some before him, it was Motsu who got the whole story first. "He knows how to climb a bit, there was a leopard that came by and taught him. I watch and now can teach all of you from your brother’s mistakes." It would have been funny, watching the cub try the walking up the tree method, but she worried too much for him.

Hearing the growling, she chuckled warmly and told her son, "Follow me, I saved what you helped catch." Turning, she walked to where she hid the hard fought meal.

She nodded, smiling at how happy he was. "Of course," she wouldn't have let him down like that. Seeing the kill, lying in the grass a safe distance from the den where his siblings were. "He'll be excited to know, I am sure." Sewelo adored Thili the most, he'd likely be confused a bit, but that was what momma was for, there to clarify.

Looking to her leg, she had forgotten about the wound she had received, her mind too much on her cub. He was right; it was weeping now but would get infected and rotten if she didn't care for it. She would be nothing for her cubs if she couldn't hunt because of a bum leg. It would also mean she couldn't fight if she had an easy target for the enemy. Although she didn't know it, she was firekin, their fire blood ran in her veins, just tempered by her soft mother, even she could have fought. The only thing that would have show in it, was her thoughts on how she could fight if she needed to.

Nuzzling her son, she said, "Eat, I'll go and have the Ocean tend to it." Giving him another lick between the ears, she turned and limped her way towards the waves. It would hurt, badly and she didn't wish her cubs to see her in pain. She wanted always to be as her name said a hero. Heros don't cry they don't become weak; they are strong for those that need them.

One step into the foaming waves, then another, the brave lioness continued into the water until it was over her back. Facing out, the tenseness of her body was covered by the water causing the pain. Judging her time, she needed to tend it herself as well, but with all hope there would be no lasting harm.

With a sigh to the ocean air, she turned and started back to the shore. A wave fell over her, sticking the fur to her face. She gave a look, and shook the wet fur out, having it sticking out all sorts of way. Hardly the fur style of a respectable lioness like herself, but it might make her cub laugh.

Senatla watched her little son follow instinct, it wouldn't work well on the savana, there you eat what you can as fast as you can. There is no such thing as too full when you might not eat again for days. However, he was spared the harsher life in the rogue lands, living in ideal peace for all his early life besides the very begining. It had been her dream to prove that kind of life, all she failed to do was get a constant father.

Eyes rose to the carron bird above, resisting a snarl. This was too far for a hyena or other scavenger to come, too safe, but she still hated the birds. They meant she'd loose a meal, or might be able to steal one when it got really bad. Walking to the cave, she watched as her son called for his siblings. Here, she didn't have to fear if the cubs decided to go off and play with friends.


Sewelo yawned and stretched out at his little brother's call. He had taken a nap after playing in the waves all morning with friends of his. Shaking out his salty fur he looked to Motsu, "Have fun?" he asked curiously, though he knew the answer. Time with Momma was always fun.

The smell of his breath and the blood that was visiable told him one thing, "What did you catch?" Oo, this was so cool, his brother caught something, surely, or momma did which meant lunch time!

Sewelo just woke up not too long ago, the new name baffled him. "Were lions, like Momma, just special." Thats how he understood it, and since it was how he understood it, that was how it was. He was gullible, but once his mind latched on to something, not thing different made much sense.

Shaking his fur out he ran after her brother, "Sure I want to see it! I'd love to show you how to climb!" Seeing his mother, he grinned until he saw the mark on her leg. Stopping he filled with concern, "Momma! What happened?" Running to her, momentarily putting off his brother out of concern.

Senatla smiled gently and nuzzled her waking son, giving a lick between the ears, "I am fine, darling, it will scar but it will heal. Go play with your brother, I am alright." Being firm worked, she knew of her son's way of grasping things, and bended it to work to her will. There was nothing sinister, it was out of love.

Still not sure, but his mother said she was find, so he turned back and ran back to his brother. She said she was fine, so it was completely put out of his mind. He acted like he had never seen it, like he hadn't just run over was ready to pick up where they left off.

Normally, he was right there in the action when his siblings got into anything. This time, he was a few steps behind his brother and was unable to do anything big with the birds. It was impressive though, the little brother he plays with, and sometimes team up against, had just chased off something that could have really hurt them just months ago. Then again, Momma was here, nothing could ever hurt them while she was 'round.

Poking the baby hog, he investigated the kill, "Alright, way to go Motsu!" He cheered his brother's success on the hunt. It was amazing when he got to go hunting with Thili, it could only be better with Momma.

He was proud of his brother; the two of them would be able to protect their mother when they were bigger. Their mother was the most powerful lioness ever, he greatly respected and loved her; however, it was good to know she didn't have to fight, they would be there. Yep, they would be there for their siblings and their mother. Look at them, fighting off vultures and rats, as well as felling full grown lions, twice!

He had learned a new skill, and proudly said, "I caught a fish up stream." Yep, he was great; the minor detail that the fish was caught between a rock and a log was not to be mentioned.

Wide-eyed, he listened to his brother's talk of the warthog attacking their mother. "Whoa! Is that what happened to her leg?" He looked back to his mother, admiring her for what she was able to do. She told him the leg wound was nothing, so he doesn’t get concerned. After being told something, it was truth and she said she was fine so it was nothing.

Senatla was tired; it was hard fight and a lot of worry so she walked towards her cubs, making an effort not to limp. Nuzzling them both, she said warmly, "Hide your catch, its time for a nice afternoon rest. I am sure you both have such stories to tell and I'd love to hear them." A good rest off of her leg would do her a lot of good.