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In retrospect there had been several warnings that trying to sneak a drink from the river was a bad idea. Yet did she heed these warnings? No, of course not. Because that would be the logical thing to do. Of course, nothing horrible had actually happened. She had sauntered on down to the river, spotted a croc and went running for the hills. Really, she hadn’t been anywhere near the river when she tucked tail and turn away.
However this was not how Uthuli saw it. The pale lioness saw it as if she had been in grave danger. To her it was a miraculous miracle she escaped without any wounds! To Uthuli her survival had been based on pure good luck, or fate giving her a second chance. Now she was left to deal with the reminder of just how she had to let the title of Enkulu go to her head. Help take down one hippo and now she thought she could take down anything!
Currently the lioness sat grumbling to herself about how a crocodile had almost taken her arm off. Aside from the dust coating her pelt there were no signs to tell that anything traumatizing had happened to her. In fact she just looked like a downright grumpy lioness!
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