I. – After the hyena incident…
Mufasa was watching the stars when he heard a yawn and turned to see that Simba had fallen asleep cuddled up in his fur. He smiled lovingly and then glanced from side to side.
No one was watching
The lion then proceeded to use his large claws to gently open Simba's gums.
There was no harm done to them.
He leaned his huge frame over and checked the other side.
Next on the agenda was lightly squeezing Simba's little paws to make sure they worked.
Tiny brown claws extended out.
Mufasa took a breath and then peeked into his ears.
Moving right along he thumbed his son's nose up before peering inside his nostrils.
The whispers were next, which Mufasa pushed against his palm.
"Nice." He said as they sprung back precisely with a slight boing!
From there he checked the ribs, counted tail furs and even check his son's under carriage.
Everything was fine.
Mufasa was just about to call it quits when he noticed something…
ONE OF SIMBA'S HAIRS WERE MISSING!
"Three hundred twenty-two… now it's three hundred two-one." He panicked quietly.
This little observation took the lion in the direction of his son's head hairs.
As it turned out there weren't as many on Simba's cranium as Mufasa had at his age.
Vastly concerned, the King licked his paw tips and wet the cub's tiny hairs.
He tried to make them stand up. Growing more panicked when it didn't help, he measured their length, picked up a handful of soil and plopped it on Simba's sleeping head. He then extracted some early dew from the grass with his big paw and spritzed it on his young son.
"Is he ready yet!" Scar called out.
Mufasa glared at him causing the black-maned lion to shrink back.
To be continued…
~ Lavenderpaw ~