Moyo had returned to his pride after the haze of insanity was lifted. He was thinking much clearer now but he typically could be found keeping mostly to him self. Going from insanity to clarity was a bit over whelming and the lion was still trying to recall where'd he been and what he'd been doing for so long. He'd missed his children grow up and whether they resented him for it or not he still felt like a failure as a mate and a father. This caused him to withdraw further in to seclusion. He'd not even yet chosen a gypsy name for him self.
He was often found in the thick of the jungles by the shore line deep in thought. He felt completely empty and useless for his crimes against his mate. He had no right to even be close to Neph. Still the lion found him self seeking her out regularly for comfort. If he was withdrawn in to him self he never minded if she was around. Moyo had trouble being around his own kids though. The guilt ate at him regularly so he just choose to avoid it. He may have been their birth father but he had not raised them. He had not been there for them. As Moyo saw it he was not fit to call him self their father.
Inwardly he knew that feeling sorry for him self would not do much good but the big lion could not help but freeze up.
Now he laid on a rock along the coast of the ocean watching the seagulls squawk at each other. Earlier he'd observed his son struggle with those same seagulls. Goofy never really went out of his way to seek him out and Moyo really never went out of his way to do the same. The two had a silent mutual agreement that they existed and that was about it.
Maybe there was a word for this. Depression.
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