This pride was not right either. He was starting to think his son was not part of a pride. Just how much land was left for him to cover? It left like the years he had spent looking for his son had not given him so much as a clue to the other's location, leaving him to wander around helplessly for months on end. Still, the encounters kept his strength up, which was good if he wanted to show his son that, no matter how long it took to find him, his fate could not be avoided.
He would kill Jeraha, and anyone who got in his way of finding the other.
Though he could not catch the scent of his son in the are he currently roamed, he could tell that there were other lions around. Other lions who could possibly have information concerning the gray and green lion he hoped to deviously to find and destroy.
If they didn't, well, they were just more fools to sharpen his claws on.
Tense, he continued on his way, sharp eyes keeping surveillance of his surroundings in case some eager-beaver pride member tried to get the jump on him. It wouldn't be the first time he'd killed someone who was only trying to defend their home.
If he had his way, it wouldn't be the last time, either. Killing idiots who thought togetherness and prides were the way to go always made him feel better.
