Bright pink eyes sparkled deeply from the shade of a tree. The deep sparkle was almost ominous, but with the underlying childish wonderment that all cubs held for the world. Haytham shifted forward, almost bored. Dark claws unsheathed, scraping along the bark for a moment before he hopped up, climbing to a low branch, he peered down at the foliage and the various other lions of the pride.
This pride - it made him almost sad. He felt so out of place, being of two species. Being a Eunuch. It was upsetting. He was glad the titles of his sisters didn't change to something degrading, but he was sure they felt just as out of place as he did. Pink eyes sparkled sadly in thought - it was just one of those days.

