Sa'chiel had left the pride of his birth early that morning – pausing only to inform his mother of his departure, lest she worry. He doubted that she would, but he still often felt the need to check in on the older female cheetah, having been a single mother with cubs to tend, and it had happened twice which Sa'chiel knew of.
The male shook his head, trekking across the rogue lands with an easy stride. This was what he knew best. Walking. Movement. A constant rhythm. This allowed him to drift off into his own thoughts, concentrating on everything and nothing all at the same time. Sometimes the male had thought of simply taking off, leaving his pride behind, but he couldn't. Even if he loved the freedom, he would hate the loneliness. He smiled to himself, thinking of his family. He had recently become an uncle! What a strange thought, his brother fathering cubs, but a welcome one at least.
It made Sa'chiel pause to think of his own life. He had friends in the pride, he loved his family, spent time with his siblings when he could, but he had no one of his own. He sighed, his walk steady and graceful, even if his thoughts were in turmoil as he pondered his life. A heavy subject on such a bright and cheerful day.
