
Persikka sat outside the dens, watching mothers and nannies tending to the young ones in the pride. He had been seriously considering the idea of being a nanny since he had helped Zimran watch some little ones, and it didn’t seem a bad idea. He had at least managed not to lose or fall on any of them, so that was at least a good sign. Plus all the other available ranks seemed a bit too physically demanding for him, or required him to have more knowledge of the pride than he did.