𝐏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂ꭑꭑⱺ𐓣

Winds of change looked to his daughter, dipping his head to touch hers to comfort the little one. She was too little to have lost her mother. He was just about to pick up the little cub before a hare jumped from the bushes blocking him! "Wh-?? Mind moving...?" He asked of the hare. "So you can feast upon MY daughter?" The hare stated gruffly, shaking his head. "Absolutely not!" The hare added, standing his ground. “This is a lion cub, hare. My cub.” Winds spoke. “Are you delusional, lion? This is clearly my little Persimmon! Look at her tail!” The hare stated in retort before turning to the cub. “Worry not Persimmon, I won’t lose sight of you. Not again.” He spoke softer, sitting next to the cub. Winds sighed tiredly, “We’ll share.” He stated, laying down next to the two with a thump. “mmm a good ally to have indeed…Fine crazy lion, we share.”