𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔯

After wondering the hillsides, and swimming in unknown waters, this seasoned adventurer made his way through territory after territory. Upon coming face to face with a large fuzzy mud hill he couldn't help but stop and stare. A large face full of long teeth and big fangs turned to face him. Striking up conversation, Ṁüḋṗëäḳ had expressed his interest in the lions skills and talents, hobbies and general interests. 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔯 looked at him, was this lion being genuinely kind....or was he being lazy on his patrols? Taking the time to answer the lions rather easy questions he began to note the slight gleam in the other's eyes. He had not yet come across any who had seemed to interested in the words he spoke, or listened so intently. After chatting till the sunset rose high above 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔯 accepted and invitation from Ṁüḋṗëäḳ on fresh lunch at his den.

Once in the confined walls of the prides denway he met another interesting lion, he couldn't help but realize the pattern on his fur had reminded him of a pong some distance back on his journey. Learning the lion was the leader and called by ᴛᴀɪꜱʜᴏ ꜱᴀɴꜱʜᴏᴋᴜ he noticed many a cub and lioness about him of all types and personalities. By the end of the meal many a cub had come to ask a question, many questions in fact. At this point he had found himself laying in the sun telling stories of his adventures. The crowd of cubs getting bigger until every last one sit with him, eyes gleaming and listening intently. By the time he had even noticed night had begun to fall the lioness request the man stay the night. He had yet to accept an offer before from many who had asked, but this night he was in the face of every cub, waiting excitedly for his reply...to be yes. In this he felt a warm, rather loud, chuckle leave his belly at the faces getting bigger eyes and bigger eyes. In that moment he say yes.

Now...how many nights ago now was that?