Nguvu was on the hunt for many things in life. Sure, at this very moment he was on the hunt for any manner of prey - at this point he'd settle for a heap of termites if he had to: anything to fill his empty belly. However, he also was on the hunt for power. You couldn't be powerful with a hungry belly, this was something he knew well from experience. You could be boasting of your plans to an enthusiastic underling, but then a growl from your guts could throw the entire vibe off!
And of course our fearless Warlord doesn't give an elephant's tail if we live or die. If his pride goes hungry, he'll just bully other rogues into forming a new one. That two-faced, arrogant dung heap. He thought with a sneer clear on his face.
"When I come into a spot of power," He growled as he paced further away from the main camp, towards the termite mounds, "I shall organize hunts where we won't rest until enough prey is brought back for the pride." He snorted, but nodded along to his own narrative. "The hunters shall get the best of it - we worked so hard to ensure a hunt was successful, we deserve the best of the catch. But we will always bring food to those who cannot hunt, even if it is only the marrow contained in the bones." He lashed his tail. "Nothing shall go to waste. Everything can be an asset, if you put your mind to it."
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