i am uhuru.there was no starfall of melodic sounds to follow. he moved now to stare up at the sky, the broad paws with their sheathed knives carefully folded as the legs of any noblewoman.
no. yet matteres't not the hue of that celestial body. blood wilt be spilled all the same.and where would her place be? uhuru pondered this. the lionesses had lessened in number, their scents fading. he was a man alone in the rich vast world.
he did not mind so much, but it was not the way of his kind to be solitary. was it her own?
why did she wear this body with such ease if it was new?
has thou hunted before, in any cape of flesh, sancha?the lion questioned, and now the rightmost hand let blades slide slowly free in contemplation.
thou shouldst become acquainted with a newer world and a newer face.the great cat rose then, stretching in heavy ripple and shaking slowly out the proud mane which had not yet netted him any feminine attentions.