Pride of the Serangheti. A lion pride RPG *Needs members*

He followed her, making a couple more ferns grow around the entrance before coming on the other side. He loved his home. He looked up at the flowering vines over the top, and decided to leave them there permanently. He smiled at the feasting wolves. He listened to the bubbling brook that ran around half the edge. He laid down. "Hungry?"
 

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