Waovu huffed. "I tried to raise you to be strong! If you were too caring, you might give in and put the entire pride into danger! Softies never make it far, do they? Because if one single lion comes barging in and looks innocent, you could accept him into the pride without even knowing him! But what should I expect? You're just like your mother." He was through with trying to settle things with his daughter. If she couldn't even see what he was trying to do for his pride and family, she wouldn't make it long as queen.
Angus did as he was told, and picked young Mbwana up by the scruff. What Waovu was explaining was similar to his father. He knew the laws, and Kamaria does deserve to be queen, however, her father was correct as well. Being too soft is risky, which is exactly why he himself used to be the way he was.
Waovu looked over at Angus, who was beginning to leave with his son. "You! Let go of my son right now!" he growled. He didn't know Angus, and was worried he was off to kill Mbwana like all the other rogue lions attempted to with every other cub. He wasn't about to start a fight just yet, but he had his right to block Angus from trying to run off with Waovu's own cub. With his eyes narrowed, he glared at the brighter lion before him, covering his path to leave.
In the meantime, other members of the pride approached, curious of what was going on. "Is that Kamaria?" "Who's that lion holding the prince?" "What's going on?" They all questioned quietly.