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A lot had changed for the little green cub in the last week. Before his mother had taken them out, his world was the den and the only creatures it included were his siblings, his mother and the other black creature who came to visit often. Now he knew that it was a her and her name was Semira, his aunt. His world had suddenly became much bigger and now included much more creatures. Now he also knew there were such things as words and he also had a name - Viho. Actually everyone had a name and sometimes it was hard to remember all of them.

And Viho was very curious about his home and spent all of his time either exploring, under the watchful eye of his mother, or playing with his siblings. He had yet to make friends with any of the other cubs in the pride. But he was happy to be just with his family.

Nidawi chuckled as one of her little ones lost his footing and rolled off her. She reached with her muzzle and nuzzled him, making sure he was okay. She leaned back in her previous position just as she heard the familiar sound. 'Achal.' She answered back, letting him know she had heard him and where she was.

"Come on, children, there's someone you have to meet." She told them as she got up and dusted off her pelt. She had to look presentable. "Come here." She lead them a few paces away, where they could be spotted more easily. She had already seen Achal, it seemed that in a few moments he would reach them.

She took in a deep breath, a bit scared of what was to happen. She trusted Achal and was sure he would take good care of their children. But it was hard letting them go.

(( So sorry..Babys make it hard to get on for rp. ))

Lililamuna had been silently musing to herself as she watched her siblings do this and that, a lack of sparkle in her eyes only added to the moment that she indeed was deep in thought.

So much had happened, she was trying to do her best to make sense of it all. But at the sound of her mother calling, she was quick to rise to her paws, shaking herself clean of anything that might have clung to her fur, she made her way over, pawing at one of her brothers lightly as she passed by, she hid behind her mothers leg.

A stranger in the distance caused her to keep quiet, peeking out just enough to watch the stranger come closer.

She looked around, making sure all the cubs were next to her and patiently waited for Achal. When he reached hem, she nuzzled him back with a smile. "They are indeed." She agreed with a nod and a warm wave washed over her at his words.

Giving a soft smile she relied: "I have been fine, we chose our new home well. There has been some trouble withing the pride, but it will be resolved soon, I'm sure." Tough she felt slightly relieved that her cubs would be away to a safer place, even if it hurt so much. And also a little selfish for keeping Viho with her, what if he got hurt by that crazy killer, whoever he or she was?

Stopping that train of thought she continued. "Everyone has been really nice. I've even received my new name." She didn't know if Achal knew anything about the Jini-msemi's traditions but she would explain if needed. "How about you? I hope you had an easy journey."


Viho followed his mother curiously, playfully swatting at back at his sister as she passed by him. When the strange male approached he moved closer to his mother's front leg and gave a look to his siblings that showed his confusion over the new arrival. Directing his gaze to the male again, he watched him with curiosity and slight suspicion. He kept quiet, certain that his mother would tell them who he was soon enough.

Unlike Viho and Lila, Atash didn't cower under his mother, sitting a few paw steps to one side of her while he sized up the stranger that had entered the Swamplands. He smelled of a different pride. Of lands far distant. Of unfamiliar people. Sleek, dark ears quivered, finally pinning back against his head with uncertainty and dislike. The other smelled of change.

He listened without interruption as the adults spoke with fondness in their tone, all the while feeling a sense of dread clamp upon his stomach like a crocodile's bite. There was no doubt in his mind that the male was Atashmeh and his siblings father, given away by the strange landscape that painted itself upon his fur, different from the cub's own. It was his sire's fault he had been cursed by the fire moon then. The reason for why the spirits buzzed in his head, whispering paranoid thoughts.

Achal, matronly voice had given the other a name which garnet hued cub attempted to brush off with indifference, ducking his head and leaning away from his father's gaze each time it should fall upon him. Atash still hadn't yet fitted all the pieces of the puzzle together yet, but they were slowly coming together, filling in the holes. Goodbye.

The departing term rang in his ears despite how they tightened against his skull as if to seal out the sounds. What was goodbye? He didn't understand, at least not yet.

"Of course." She chuckled. "I didn't want to confuse you, that's all. But you are right, it's not proper. They call me Nidawi now."

She smiled softly as she watched father and daughter interact. She was happy that Lili showed curiosity, as opposed to Viho's shyness and Atash's indifference. It worried her, the way her dark-pelted son acted, but it would be out of her paws soon. She hoped he would grow more open with time.

"This is Lililamuna. And these are Atashmeh Sayeh and Viho. Children, this is your father. Won't you say hello?" She urged them with an encouraging smile.


Viho followed his sister's example and made a step forward, sniffling at Achal while he nuzzled his sister. There was something very faintly familiar about his scent, it reminded him of his sibling's and his own scent. Curious.

His eyes shot to his mother with surprise when she introduced him as their father. Now it made sense. It should have been obvious to him before, with the resemblance between Achal and Atash. He hadn't payed much attention to that though.

"Hi." He said quietly and gave a small smile, looking at the male with even more interest.