Chozi was on his own. He sent his son back to the pride a day and a half ago. He was confident that he could return on his own, but he had no doubt one of his children would come search for him if he didn't return as soon as possible.
Being stuck in the pride was agony though. He couldn't calm his wandering spirit - sick or not. Still, he would wander for as long as he could, until he was dragged back to the pride. He hummed softly as he walked, the tune gentle. Something his mother used to sing when he was just a small cub.
He wasn't quite sure if he wanted to seek companionship, or if he should find more supplies. Now that the pride was covered in a thin layer of water, it was much harder to find feathers.
Perhaps he could seek both?
He continued humming.
