War was mean. That's what Vassago learned. That's why it didn't have any friends. War was a bully. Maybe it didn't want any friends.
Well, it may not want friends, but apparently it wanted lions, and especially cubs. Vassago stood next to his sisters Emiko and Haziel. It was dark here. And smelled damp. Sounded hollow with drips dripping and tinging off in the distance. It was cold too. Nothing like their den. Sago nudged Emiko and Haziel in the dark. He could smell them and feel them pressed close to him and him to them. They had stayed together somehow. That was what was important. And because they were together, they'd stay that way and get back to Mom and Dad as soon as possible. He had no doubts.
