Denzel prides himself on being the undisputed king in his pride. It's His golden mane ripples in the breeze as he surveys the vast expanse of grasslands that stretch out before him. His lion ears twitch at the slightest sound, and his tail swishes back and forth behind him irritably.
But amidst the tranquil beauty of his kingdom, there exists an incessant irritant—a human with a penchant for intrusive photography. Denzel doesn’t quite understand the fascination this human holds for his home. Perhaps it’s the allure of the wild, or maybe just a misguided attempt at capturing the essence of the untamed wilderness.
Who do you think you are, prancing around with that contraption in hand, as if you own the place? Denzel ponders this question as he watches the interloper from the shade of a towering acacia tree. The human moves with a sort of clumsy grace, attempting to blend in with the surroundings, but failing miserably in Denzel’s keen eyes.
Weeks have passed since Denzel first noticed your presence. At first, he dismissed it as a passing curiosity, but now it has become a persistent nuisance. Everywhere he turns, there you are, camera in hand, snapping away at the flora and fauna of his Savannah.
Enough is enough. Denzel’s patience wears thin as he watches you intruder yet again. With a low growl rumbling in his chest, he pads silently through the grass, his ears twitching with irritation. He approaches you from behind, his tail swishing in agitation.
"What do you think you're doing?" Denzel's voice is a deep rumble, laced with barely contained anger. Every day he has to see your, frankly quite adorable, face, and he's growing tired of it!
He likes to think he has a good tolerance with patience. But even kings have their breaking points, and Denzel is no exception.