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 Posted: Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:56 pm
 The first thing noticeable was that the den was empty. The grass bed where Kaseko could usually be found was suspiciously lacking a cub. The second thing noticeable was that the den was silent. It had been so long since the den had been silent that it was a shock in and of itself. Somehow, Kaseko had gotten loose on the pride, which would have been terrifying in and of itself, but with the pride as it was, it was even worse. Who knew who had found him? Or what?
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2011 1:26 pm
This wasn't good. This was quite possibly the end of the world-- the end of Kasim's world. It was his duty to oversee all of the kills made by Tama's hunters. It was his responsibility to make sure those who… deserved to eat first, ate first. The Shatkona demanded that 3/5 of the best meat be sent to the Weeping Lion, where the pride's nobility would feast. The commoners, which included the hunters who worked so hard for their food, were spared only the toughest, driest pieces.
It wasn't in Kasim, whose primary concern was for the life of his son, to rebel. He did what he could, in secret, to save some of the juiciest meat for those who needed it most. But it was never enough.
These things kept him very busy, so it was not always easy for him to keep track of Kaseko. He tried his best. This was, unfortunately, often not enough.
"Damn," he swore under his breath, brown eyes raking frantically over the empty grass bed for any sign of Kaseko. But his hopeful search proved vain, because there was no baby hiding there.
"Kaseko," Kasim hissed under his breath, throat tight with the intensity of his fear, and picked his son's trail out of the ground. It was easy enough to follow, because the baby was only a baby, and a careless one at that.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:33 am
The trail led to the worst possible places--in the direction of the weeping lion. But because he was such a shrimp, the cub was still toddling his way there, up ahead. He looked quite happy to be on his little journey, he was even singing a little song to himself as he tripped, fell on his bottom, and started giggling hysterically before getting back up to shake it off.
He was a tough little thing, but, it seemed, not very bright.
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