Kivuli growled out loud again. He let the dust fly up from beneath his toes. "At least the bugs aren't so bad in the heat" he murmured, running his dry tongue over his muzzle. "I HAVE HAD IT!" He roared again, stepping out into the sun. "I need to find water" he turned his head towards Mali. Kivuli's golden eyes glittered full of love for her, but hate and anger for what he had to deal with aside of her. "Would you like to come or are you going to wait until nightfall, like always?"
[I don't mind, it's not a huge character describer. If Mali doesn't want a cub, Jenny could be from one of Kivuli's past mates that died or have been driven off?]








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