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"We can't outrun them forever, Juma." Gwen, the panicked mother breathed out to her mate. Jumario frowned as the poachers searched the area, occasionally hollering to each other. "All right, dig a hole... They'll never find him, there." Without hesitation, Gwen began to dig into the soft earth below her paws, before gently placing a newly born cub into the opening. "They're coming!" The scared lioness shouted to the male, whom was glaring at the poachers as they neared. "Whatever happens, Gwen, I want you to run, all right? Don't stop, or look back, just keep running." With a farewell embrace, Gwen fled the scene, drawing the attention of two of the dozen poachers. Both lions were killed that night, leaving a helpless cub in a small hole, until he was able to walk.
Despite being hungry, Nathaniel frolicked around the grassy plains of his deceased father's territory, bouncing from rock, to rock, and chasing anything from butterflies, to meerkat pups. The young male would occasionally feed off of any abandoned carcasses, left by hyenas, leopards, jaguars, cheetahs, or even other lions.
He grew to be a massive brute, known to kill anything and everything that got in his way, despite the few lionesses that caught his attention - those rare occasions left him welcoming them into his pride. Nathaniel has been known to give great offspring, as well as leave the lionesses he's bred with, love struck.
Now, as a more experienced, yet younger adult male lion, Nathaniel is the leader of a small, yet growing, pride. The pride is strong, and based on the lionesses, Nathaniel decide on whether or not they breed with him, or another brute.
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