by Iri » July 4th, 2015, 5:20 am
"Well, adopting is always an option," Shujaa said. "But we haven't even been mates for a day and you're already jumping to wanting cubs?" She didn't have a dislike for cubs, really, but she didn't want to have a child that turned out to be like the cubs in her old pride- bratty, rude, disrespectful... Not every single other juvenile there had been like that, but a few of them had, and it wasn't a memory she was quite fond of.
Neema rolled her eyes and snorted. "Enzi, you're not fooling anyone. You've got something under your paw." She flicked her tail and plodded forward, her ears folded back against the sides of her head.
["Under your paw" is like "up your sleeve". Lions don't have sleeves, so... you get it.]