A month had gone by without him finding a lady of his own. Sure, he had been searching, but probably not as thoroughly as he should have been. More importantly, Behnam had been learning to take care of himself. It wasn't easy, especially during the day. Hunting was something he hadn't done since he was a cub, and even then he had been playing.
He really sucked at it. It didn't help that his colors were practically day-glo in the sunlight. The gold caught on the light, flashing the animal's right in the eyes like a built in warning sign. So he had taken to hunting at night, in the shadows, and traveling during the day.
Another yawn stretched his massive jaw, showing off gleaming white teeth. The wind caught on his ever growing mane, teasing the silky black locks into getting into his eyes. He loved his father, but seriously, the long mane he had inherited (somewhat, thankfully it wasn't nearly as bad as Nywele's) was a pain in the a**.
But today he was going to meet someone interesting. He'd seen a hint of it in his dreams the night before--during what little sleep he got.
