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I'm not good at creating backstories
Candor was the first male lion to join the pride, he is a good sub-male and deputy to Abanu who is current leader. He will continue to train and patrol until he dies.
despite his fierce appearance candor is always the first to fawn over the cubs.
Candor bumped your forehead when you came to say hello and asked how you were doing.
When Abanu passed away Candor roared into the darkness for days. He left the pride and roamed for days searching the lands for any trace of Abanu. After 3 days of patrolling the territory Candor returned to the pride to the arrival of a long lost son of Abanu simply named Heir. Heir claimed to be the next in line for leadership however he had only a few experience. Candor decided to step forward and proclaimed himself the new leader.
You stumble across a leucistic leopardess surrounded in a hoard of cubs. She has somehow managed to keep them all silent as she teaches them about how to be gentle and empathetic leaders. As you pass, she invites you to sit down and listen.
You approach the male and offer him a dinner invitation. He hesitates but ultimately agrees, having gathered some strength from your generosity. He explains that he has a grave to visit and he cannot stay for long. After finishing the meal and leaving you a gift in return, the male departs
These guys will never learn they don't stand a chance, especially when they're alone. The genuine fury of the hyena amuses you, but you don't let it show on your face. With your chest puffed out and your teeth bared, you rush up closely to the creature, towering over it with your might. At last, the hyena relents and scurries off - and you're now able to see what it was guarding so fiercely. It seems you'll have a nice dinner today.
You decide to help and offer the caracal a place to stay in your own pride. Once you two arrive, you inform everyone to leave the creature alone so that they can recover. The injured feline seems a bit stronger right away from experiencing your kindness. The injury turns out to be a light one, and the caracal is ready to continue on its journey soon enough, though they leave you with a small gift before parting ways.
You jump into the river after the herd and focus on your chosen zebra: the weakling. The last thing you expect is the jaws of a crocodile latching onto the zebra as you go for the kill, and you hesitate at the sight of the massive teeth. Yikes! But this is your prey - the croc can't have it! You manage to wrestle back part of the kill, but the crocodile gets away with most of it. Well... it's better than nothing
You strut in front of this female, chest held out proudly and mane puffed out in such a manly, sexy way. At the end of your testosterone-filled display, you let out your loudest, most impressive roar. She gets up and leaves, no doubt to watch the next male, but you notice a glint in her eye. Maybe you're in with a chance..
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