♂Kimba - 2 1/2 years - Male - Speaking to: Cena. Mood: Distracted.♂
Kimba's attention was focused on a small butterfly that had fluttered into his vision, his position down low as he creeped up on it, his rump rising into the air as the white lion sneaked up the best he could on the little butterfly, but unfortunately for him, a scolding voice sounded behind him, his mother.
"Kimba, aren't you a little old to be playing like that?" She mocked lightly.
♀Cena - 5 1/2 years - Female - Speaking to: Kimba. Mood: Amused.♀
The lioness had kept a light tone as she'd spoke to her son, watching his butterfly fly away as she used a paw to smack his rump, making him raise up in annoyance at her.
"Shouldn't you be practicing real hunting, hm?" She raised a brow, tail playfully twitching as she watched him. The idea of taking him hunting seemed like a thrill for both herself, and for her white son.