Crouches in a thick patch of brush, peeking through a slight gap. Waiting to pounce.

❝ I'm so ( b o r e d ). ❞ . . . Looks left. Glances right. Cue an impish smirk, mischief sparkling in the young cub's eyes. And off he goes, slinking his way into the Pridelands.

|| typos. love 'em.

❝ I don't want to hurt anybody. ❞

Spots a grasshoper. Crouches. Wiggles tail. P o u n c e s .

||: someone should really make a nuka

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He's ran off, again; scurrying as far away from his siblings and mother as possible. Sometimes, the young cub just wants to be left alone.

Cue a rather theatrical eye roll.