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You see Kopa with his pride he and the other primals are easy to make out as they are much larger. As soon as he see's you you tuck your tail seeing his 4 inch "fangs" but he sees you haven't eaten in a while and he drags over a buffalo carcass as if it is nothing. He says that you need it more than him so you take it and scurry on your way and you tell your pride that they all get Buffalo tonight!
You've heard rumors for weeks now about a primal lingering in this area, and as a part of a normal lion's pride no less. Padding into Saquea's grounds, you sought out the king only to find him calmly chatting with a lion nearly twice his size! You were worried at first, but the two seemed to be discussing his new duties, with the king calmly assessing the primal's abilities compared to average lions, only for the massive beast of a lion to softly tell him that he'll still need to get re-used to pack life.
Clearing your throat to announce yourself, the primal glances up to you, a tail about as large as your paw and maybe a little longer than it calmly bobbing side to side, "Oh, you're the lion the king has told me about?" He...was really calm. Why was Beau so insistent that he was a vicious creature? Deciding not to ask and chalking it up to being a sore loser, you lay down and talk with the two.
After a few hours, and giving the primal-heir an explanation of the local prides you've encountered, what kings and queens he'll have to meet, and other King 101 basics that he seemed quite grateful to hear, you three said your goodbyes and you turned to go on your way-Awh, Kopa even bonked heads with you before you left...ow.
His story...
Kopa found himself patrolling the borders he'd been told about, determined to prove himself to the pride he'd been welcomed into. Well...not quite welcomed. Upon his arrival, following the king Saquea - admittedly lingering a few steps behind, unsure of how introductions would, or could, end - the primal met a quite harsh procession. lionesses and lion alike hissed and grumbled upon his arrival. The only thing that prevented an outright attack was his size.
He reminisced about that 'greeting' as he hauled a zebra by its limp neck, bringing back a meal for a few of his scornful allies if nothing else. Only to encounter Beau on the walk back. "Stole that from a hyena, huh?" The lion snarled. The primal, calmly, replied, "Just thought I'd get a small snack." Maybe a small snack to a primal, but to a regular lion...
Beau whipped around, understanding the veiled insult. He was replaced, but not stupid. "I'm sorry, do you think I can't handle a zebra on my own?" The scorned male roared...and that was his downfall. Saquea's own, louder, familiar roar resounded in response, the main male himself approaching the duo and demanding to know what was happening. And of course, the primal told him. Word for word.
He couldn't help but smile in false sympathy as the king and his heir walked away from the scorned lion, left after a stern lecture and a rough swat to the nose with his tail curled below him, ears back and crouched. The primal didn't even have to raise a paw, keeping himself busy toting the zebra back, hardly even dragging its hooves on the ground.
Retirement name Mr. Scruffles the Scruffy!
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