Mashapo

Behind the Sub Males' den you notice a tsavo lion clad in all manor of fur, bones, and leather. Knowing what you do about tsavo lions, your ears flatten. With looks like that, this beast of a lion almost certainly eats cubs for breakfast. As you quietly try to plan your escape back to the rest of the pride, he notices you staring and begins making his way over to you.

Shit.

You back up, preparing to roar in defense, when he trips over a rock with a yelp. Evidently, it's not easy for him to see through that war mask. There's a pause before he starts to laugh at himself. He pushes his mask off with a paw and gets up.

"Man, you think all this combat stuff would be easier to walk in. You're here visiting right?"

His carefree attitude confuses you at first, but you quickly relax. There's no way this male eats cubs. Hell, you don't even know if he could hunt on his own. You nod and are met with an excited grin.

"Great! I'm Mashapo. I was born and raised in this pride, so if you need a tour guide I may be able to help."

You take Mashapo up on his tour, watching as he puts his mask back on and moves past you to the mouth of the den.

"Let's start here first. Can't wait to introduce you to the boys."

As he motions with his head for you to follow him, you decide that this clumsy lion isn't a threat to you. You pad over to him, listening to him sing the praises of "the boys" while you both enter the den.