Ever since his painful run in with the leopard king, Koza found himself a completely different lion. His temper will never falter, but his approach to life sure felt... Enlightened. A new page to his life he could feel was beginning, his life as a tried and proven adult. Joining a pride even crossed his mind, but it was quickly shaken out. All prides were the same, in his mind, all bow to the king which was some ninny born into power he didn't understand. He'd love to get his paws into the all-female pride but that wouldn't go over too well; they wouldn't know what to do with "alllll-this". His presence there would only be met with jealousy and eventual assasination of is awesomeness.
No, for now, as he nursed his slightly smelly wounds the yellow, scale-spotted lion rested his rump the only place he could call his-own; a hollowed out tree that had met its doom from a lightening bolt long ago smack dab in the middle of the rogue lands, far from any pride. At the base of the tree, Koza had a small treasure which he guarded fiercely. The treasure was made up of things he found on his travels that he felt an odd bond with. Bonds to things was a new experience and he wanted to hold it close.
