Fresh grass. Fresh paws dug into the fresh grass that was their new land, their new home. Haiba was one to complain about the decor and dirty air - filled with warthogs, little rodents, monkeys, and other creatures that weren't found in the Tete'boma. But yet, she couldn't complain. This was all much better than the dreadful plague that struck their home. It must have been better than dying of the sickness... Oh, their poor king and pride! The Tete'boma seemed way too strong to give in to a weakness like the plague. But it was just a matter of numbers... It was the fact that there remained a few of them there to continue thriving under the wrath of what struck them.
Kani followed his Haiba, green tail gently yet eagerly swishing behind him. He had become a follower these past few moments of survival... When he and Haiba were once bickering and one-upping the other, it proved no worth once the plague hit. Here he thought Haiba was excited, looking forward to the day she could bring up to their new king about breaking their marriage. Here he thought he would have given his consent to it, too, just out of wanting to stick to simplicity's sake and go with whatever was best for the pride and the majority rule. But no, once the plague hit, it was hard to find himself not following the gutsy lady from Tete'boma. She faced the plague with such elegance, such poise... Perhaps there was some part of Kani that was very attracted to her. No; of course he had been attracted to all their quips, their competitions, their... tension. It was part of what made them the couple they were.
