"Daddy, daddy! You're back!" A young cub ran out of a small cove and pounced on his father. The older lion allowed his cub to tackle him, he looked up to see his mate, a pantheress, named Lindana. She had a black pelt with a white underbelly and white socks that reached from her knees down to her toes on all her legs. Large dark spots covered her whole body except her face. Her fluffy tail brushed the ground making a small cloud of dust rise.
"Mommy! Look daddy's home!" The cub bounced towards his mother, showing off his red tipped tail and black body that stuck out in the undergrowth near the den.
"I see that little one." She looked at her mate for a moment, "Badru, go get the thing you caught."
"Oh! Daddy you'll be so proud!" The cub raced into a small den hidden in the brush.
"Farijika... What did the leaders want?" Farijika hung his head. He looked at his mate fearing the difficult journey ahead of them. "They'll drive us out if we don't leave! Lindana... We have to go... tonight."
Lindana's eyes widened, and she glanced in the direction of the den. "They can't! They have no right! Badru is as much part of the pride as any pure lion cub!" Lindana's tears started to fall on the ground creating a small puddle. Farijika closed the distance between them and had her rest her head on him as she sobbed. "You have to make Faraji see reason. Please, Farijika!" the pantheress pleaded.
"I tried my love, I tried..." Farijika whispered back quietly watching the den.