Jafaru settled into the pride pretty easily. He'd been given the job of the Wind's shrine keeper and it was a pretty lonely job so far. Few visitors bothered with the wind. Silly of them. Jafaru had been in love with the wind since he first stood up. Even before his eyes opened he had been in love with the feel of the wind. To think that now he was the keeper of the shrine devoted to his one true love, well. He couldn't be happier, even if it meant long hours by himself, it hadn't been that difficult of a decision to join the pride, even if there were few cheetahs.
He looked forward to his first visitor and he primped the shrine every morning just in case and just because the wind deserved a beautiful shrine. He was rearranging the flowers he'd found along the alter when he heard light footsteps.
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