LionKingStorytellers

*~My Good Heart~* Njema slowed his sprint to a trot as he came upon the arena pits. And saw no one. “Odd…” He knew for a fact that drills would’ve been finished, and Zira would be organizing matches by now. So, where was everyone? “Nuka!” Njema withheld a grimace at the name but knew he still had keep up appearances or else blow his cover and suffer his mother’s wrath. Thus, he turned to find Tazama padding towards him. It calmed his heart somewhat to see her and—by extension—the rest of his generation (sans the little termite and his little termite bride, of course) still looking relatively healthy despite the sever lack of food and water. Tazama’s pelt still shone in rich mahogany and her heterochromatic gaze was bright and clear as she greeted him. “You made it.” “Tazama. What’s going on? Where is everybody?” Tazama made a motion to follow her, and the two of them made their way over to the few deserted caves situated near the mounds. “Your mother finally got the message