It was just another day for Wacheza, wandering the shores of the pride, thinking to himself. Things hadn't really been as quiet as they usually were lately, with so many newcommers in the pride, but he was fine with that. He was quite quiet himself, but he always liked to hear the stories of others, and usually they liked having someone to listen to them. He had never really understood why others liked talking so much... sometimes it was nice just to listen.
Then again... plenty of lions didn't understand why he didn't like to talk and listened instead. Oh well. Instead, he would wander the sandy beaches of his home, going along with his constant following pf butterflies and other smaller sea creatures like crabs. He hadn't liked crabs when he was younger... especially after one had nearly gotten him drowned, but he didn't mind them so much anymore. They also tasted wierd, so the much larger animal usually left them alone, and then they... well, followed him everywhere.
