Tichaona was lurking around some pride's borders. His last litter had all grown to adulthood, his sons were all strong and fit, took after him, and were smart enough. But... He wanted options. He knew the Pridelands was a huge pride. Plenty of virility to get numbers like that. Strong lions and lionesses, perfect. He narrowed his ice blue eyes. He couldn't seem to trust Kefilwe. The mother of his last litter sent away daughters to different prides. She said it was to foster good relations. She just wanted to take away his power, make him more vulnerable in case Mwenye had cubs. He snarled at the thought before pushing it out of his mind. But that was what had brought him here. He'd have new heirs, better ones, and they wouldn't have their mother around to mess anything up.
Or at least that was his plan.
Cajanic
