once,uhuru answered.
sancha had been a student to every blade of golded grass and every pile of spoor. a quick learner, moreso than any other canine counterpart which might be encountered by himself.
there be'st always more women than men. it is the way.
but here he was the only man. there were no lionesses.
there be'st other cats. spotted, barred. faster. more isolated. but they are not my kind,uhuru pointed out with the same dry pride he always possessed.
amid the wet dirt he located the tracks for which he had been wanting: a lamed kudu.
the lion's pace did not quicken; he turned to pace along this trail as easily as he had before, wondering if that aforementioned hunger had yet overtaken sancha's curiosity.
he still had not come to understand why her tail swayed in that way.