Dagda was glad for the area the pride was in on days like this. Outside the pride, it would have been too hot, with the sun shining cloudlessly in the sky. But within the pride...oh no. Within the pride, it was a temperature Dagda was far more suited to. And near the rivers, it was even nicer. The large brown lion lay on the bank, one front paw and the lower half of his tail dipped into the water.
He would definitely not miss the rogue lands. He had a nice forested home, a beautiful mate, and grandcubs through her cubs. He had definitely missed having a family after he'd been forced into the rogue lands.
