Azhar was feeling very content lately. With two beautiful girls in his home, the dark Pad was well regarded within the pride and his days were spent peacefully between his patrol duties at the border and the comfort of his den. He still received the occasional comment telling him to add a third banu to his harem but such things didn’t really bother the young lion. Asha and Svetta were his pride and joy and even though he wasn’t usually a very effusive lion, he hoped that they knew just how much he treasured the both of them.
Now, what he would like was to be able to ignore other sort of comments. The ones that nagged him into increasing his harem in a very different way, one befitting of his enormous bloodline. Azhar was an old soul and he wasn’t afraid of being a father. On the contrary, he was actually curious as to how he’d do at the job and he often daydreamed about what his cubs would look like – little miniature versions of himself, their mothers or a blend of the two. But he worried. A part of Azhar had never quite gotten over the death of the beautiful blue lioness from Pad Achal’s harem. Beybanu Tsubame had died after delivering a litter of cubs and Azhar shuddered just thinking about it, especially when he knew that Asha’s health had never been perfect.
The dark lion yawned and stretched as he made his way to the lake. He wanted drink before heading home after a long patrol duty as he couldn’t wait to lay down next to his girl in his den.