Janikiwiti was in a rotten mood.
He flopped onto his belly outside his den. Moyo was out, stretching her legs, and his cubs (who weren't really cubs anymore) were off playing within the strict boundaries he had set. He couldn't take the chance of letting them roam further, not after Tain had disappeared.
Tain...
The huge lion let out a soft moan, rolling onto his side. He had failed as a father, as a parent. He had let his son down. Why hadn't he just fought that damn lioness in the first place? She was right. He was weak. He couldn't even defend his own family, for the gods' sakes.
Closing his eyes, he let the wind slide through his thick mane, losing himself in his thoughts.
