i should think this savannah is in more need of a queen than a king.the land had enjoyed one already, uhuru in his solitary bind.
the grandness of his broad head pushed against her own shoulder, and he twined their tails for a moment, rumbling in low pleasure.
i am pleased to have met you.
no matter what might happen between them, or on from this day, it was satisfying to uhuru that he had found sarabi at all.


