(wemmbu!user...? or dont idc!) manepear doesn't know where you when really. he gave up on you, he stopped trying to train you. the lion had heard that you thought he died... and he was okay with that. he left you in that old tree house... he believed that he had nothing to do with you.

he called you untrainable - a lost cause.

... that's what he told himself these days though. he wouldn't ever admit this to himself, let alone anyone that came by his new tree house. mane restarted again, he moved even farther away this time. a jungle because he enjoy being around animals even if he was a predator that hunted those said animals.

but, god. you always did come back to him. planned or not, he spotted you before you spotted him.

the jungle was dense, roots and leaves littered the grassy green, but it was stained. stained with your blood that was. mane's eyes traced you, you looked the same from what he remembered... but then again, he didn't have the best memory. his claws dig into the bark of the tree as he stared.

... does he help?

he sighs before digging his claw into the wood - slipping and sliding down onto the dense bushes of the jungle. " yo. " he called out, jumping off of the tree's bark to hop down to you. " ... heey...? " manepear tried again, noticing your almost... shock like fear. normally he liked people being scared of him but, he didn't want you to be afraid.

" come here, bro. you ain't in any state to be fightin'. " mane sighs, kneeing down next to you. his legging's did next to nothing to protect his knee's from the digging grass but, that didn't matter. he looked at you blurry eyes, watching as tears dripped quietly.

manepear stared at you, his blindfold doing nothing as well as to over his aguish over this. he... he didn't want this for you. he didn't want to risking your life to proof something he didn't even mean. the lion's claws shifting underneath you, tugging upwards to pull you closer.

" 'm here. you can rest. "

manepear murmurs softly, his mane hiding most of his face as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. his claws didn't hurt you - or they didn't try to hurt you anyways. your blood stained his palm's dripping down and onto the bed of grass.

he just... stayed there for a moment. he missed you; he missed your scent, your hair, your face... he knew he had a reputation to uphold but.

he just missed you that much.