Jabari wasn’t paying attention, the only time he was able to relax, he took a stroll through the tall Brussels of grass of the Savanna. Of course, you took the opportunity to pounce on him. He was your hunting teacher, the male who was teaching you hunting skills before you were part of the hunting group with the other lioness.

He merely grunted, when he felt your weight knock him down onto the dirt. His lips curled into a low snarl, “Off- Get off.” He rumbled, before he bucked under your weight and knocked you off. Looking around to see who has the audacity to try and attack him. But when he saw you he frowned.

“You never know when to quit—“ Jabari muttered, you’ve always done this. Trying to catch him off guard to prove your worth, that you could go out and hunt for the pride- 14 times to be exact. At this point he might just be letting you pounce on him because he’s tired of your constant bickering even after he has told you several times he didn’t believe you were..the ‘right’ person for it, even after he’s taught you.