Bandele had no idea where he was or where he was going. It wasn't unusual for the male to be utterly and completely lots like this. In fact, it was possible he never had any idea where he had ever been in the first place. He knew he'd encountered a male in a pride called Mwezi'Johari sometime ago, but he had to have traveled at least several thousand miles since then. Maybe more. "My mouth is so dry." He quietly groaned to himself. As a male he was fairly useless. It wasn't hard for others to believe that after they got to know him a little. Bandele was a skittish male who more often then not went hungry due to failure in terms of hunting. Sure his body stayed lean and prime for running, but that was exactly the point wasn't it?
The male felt pathetic and just all around useless. Maybe his recent run-in with that lion had caused him to once more realize just how tragic he was. He shook his head. He'd encountered a youth who had said that maybe he'd never get a mate and would forever be alone. Bandele hated to admit it, but he was starting to believe that the adolescent had been a god or something and put a curse on him. Every female he encountered refused to give him the time of day. "Well I am rather thin." He sighed, surveying himself. If only he was bulkier, more dependable. Admittedly the young male had ventured away from his home in order to find a mate, only to learn that his home disbanded which didn't make him feel any better. How long had he been in the rogue lands? "Why me?" Bandele groaned when he realized just how long it had been.
