Bast

Bast was growing up, now three years of age. She and Anaka were mature lionesses, full fledge adults, and their mother's biggest supporters. For them, motherhood has treated them fairly, more so Bast. Her daughter, Majiva, is now able to walk, talk, and play with the other cubs. And as promised, Barbados is actually spending time with the little primal cub.

Whilst her daughter began playing, Bast would rest her head on Anaka's back. The sisters definitely had the most unbreakable bond of any other lion in the pride. As they lazily observe life going on around them, Bast would notice the little grey cub shuffled close to Anaka's side. Unlike the others, Greyson was more timid and a bit of an introvert, finding comfort in his mother's company, if not Majiva's or Bast's, or even his grandmother Neith's

"Greyson, honey, why don't you go play with your cousin, and the other cubs?" Bast offered, "You don't want to stick around a bunch of boring adults, do you?" Of course, her nephew didn't say a word, only providing his answer with a head shake.

Bast would laugh, "You've got a clingy one there, Sister. I wish Majiva was more like that."

"Oh, no you don't" Anaka chortled back, "Don't get me wrong, I love Greyson, but he goes with me EVERYWHERE. I can't catch a break."

"Well, maybe he'll grow out of it. Like all males do. Who knows?"