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He's a manticore in disguise- shh, don't tell anyone.
-You heard last night that Whitney cleared some fallen branches and brush from a path near the den. Now the lionesses can drag prey back easier! Nice!
-You see Whitney taking a small prey item to an injured lioness. So gallant!
-You watch Whitney run and jump with other pride members. His fur shines as he dives into a tackle and comes up rolling. Man, you wish you could move like that.
-You find Whitney carefully watching the ducks in the water. You ask him what he's doing. He tells you that he hunts the best if he knows the behavior of his prey. Smart...but couldn't he take a break? It's been hours!
-You go to get a drink of water and find Whitney holding still, using his shadow to attract fish for easy catching. Nice.
-You were fast asleep when suddenly you heard Whitney roaring! You arrived just in time to chase off an invading lion. You're glad he was paying attention!
-Whitney is standing quietly and watching the clouds move over the lands. For some reason this makes your heart skip a beat.
-You were having trouble deciding what carcass to haul over for dinner tonight, so you recruit Whitney to come help you. He makes some great suggestions.
-Whitney is spread out in a dark corner, brooding intently. Your lionesses are looking at him, tittering and giggling. You have the sudden urge to swat him.
-Whitney is sitting in the rain, staring intently at his paws. The lightning flashes and he looks somehow dashing despite being soaked. How does he do that?
-You greet Whitney with a head bump. He smiles a little, as if grateful for the attention, before returning to his usual dark corner.
-You were having trouble sleeping, so you left the den, and ran into Whitney. He sits with you and tells you all about the shapes he can see in the stars.
-Whitney watches you amusedly, and states dryly that he did not know broken feathers were in fashion nowadays. You hastily remove the offending debris from your mane.
-You and Whitney got in some trouble with a vicious warthog. After escaping, he suggested you ought to invite the hog for a visit the next time you have guests, for it could liven up any party. You share a chuckle.
-Whitney nudged you affectionately and told you that your battling looked far better than yesterday. Was...that a compliment?
-You hung out with Whitney over dinner. He sometimes says stuff that seems so mean and yet...you feel as if you've never laughed harder in your life.
-You made the mistake of asking Whitney how your mane looked today. He just grinned and remarked that it looked great compared to your face. Ouch. Put some snuh on that burn.
-Whitney is lying in your favorite sunny spot, fast asleep. You tried to nudge him off. Nope. A nip? Nope. You bodily flop on him. Nope, he is STILL not moving! Dang.
-You charged Whitney as soon as you saw him this morning. He snarled in ferocity and tackled you to the floor. You didn't miss the grin behind his snarl, though!
-You were going to ask Whitney to join you for a meal, but his icy stare stopped you in your tracks. How lovely.
-Whitney glares at you as you approach, but he does not swat you as you groom his head. Instead, he perches elegantly, making it clear that you can only do this because he is allowing it.
-You want to tell a pride mate that they need to correct their behavior, but you couldn't find the words and you felt bad. So, you approach Whitney and ask him to do it for you. He laughs at your ineptitude, but agrees. You can trust him to say what needs to be said.
-Looking for a while, you find Whitney sitting between large rocks, away from the rest of the pride. He greets you warmly, though.
-Other lions in your pride used to tease Whitney about his weird appearance, until he started a rumor that he was favored by the spirits. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
-The sun glistened off of Whitney's fur, and you told him how attractive he looked today. If he blushed, you couldn't see it.
-At noon, you saw Whitney sleeping in the shade of a tree, out of the sun. You realized that the midday sun is harsh on his pale eyes..
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