The sun rose high that afternoon, as Hekima roamed the Rogue Lands by himself once more, looking for tales to bring back to his sister Taswira and her friend Set. Taking a short respite, he situated himself next to a small watering hole, dipping his nose into the water and lapping up the refreshing taste. He took the opportunity to dunk his head in shortly to cool the skin underneath his thick dark mane and shook his head with a sense of play.
Perhaps one day he would bring Taswira and Set out into the Rogue Lands with him, that is if his mother was alright with it and did not throw a fit at the idea of the young ones going out on adventure. Prides were nice and everything, but they lacked the chance to learn from outside sources that the Rogue Lands had.
Hekima flicked back his dripping mane and lowered his head to drink from the small watering hole once more, wondering on what the day wouold bring to him. He was hoping it was better than last time, running into high spirited and highly combative male leopards never posed a danger to him until recently when he was out numbered three to one. Ah well, today will be better. It always is.
