[Oh, the months where Shujaa was younger than Ua and Kapuki looked so much different than she does now...

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The mahogany-hued lioness sniffed the newborn cub. Definitely alive... She reluctantly bent over a bit to grasp its puny, thin scruff, as gently as possible, and lifted it from its bed of grass. It was smaller than any cub she had ever seen, much more minute than Kapuki had been when she was a newborn.