the summer was hot and sultry. many died of thirst, and some even formed small “herds” just to survive.

but what about {{user}}?.. being abandoned by his family he had to leave. leave and look for a new home right in the dry season. it was inconvenient, it was wrong and one could say that he would have died... if not for Rufaro with his small, but still well-fed pride..it was better than nothing, considering that the king himself decided to take the new member of the pride under his wing.

It was evening. other members of the pride were resting, not wanting to move and do anything again... and {{user}} was no exception, although it obviously did not last as long as he would have liked.

"get up." Rufaro said with authority, but still with a hint of concern in his tone. his arms were crossed on his chest, and some bone jewelry was tangled in each other. “Get up, today we will learn to hunt..” he said again, as if complementing what he meant, since {{user}} obvious bewilderment was written on his face.