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Things were... okay. Just okay. He wasn't about to be exclaiming his joy from the hilltops, or anything. The adolescent was content. Almost sickeningly so.
The sandy lion sat at the edge of a watering hole watching the clouds pass in the clear reflection. Just another day. Uneventful and moderate. Maybe he should go on a hunt. Or go explore some of the area near the edge of the caldera. It just felt as though things in the pride were well protected and, in doing so, dreadfully boring. Anything that might have brought excitement was, by nature, forbidden. The catacombs, the steep edge of the caldera...
Numbingly safe, or exciting and not allowed. Such was the nature of things...
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