Running in a slight gallop, Isibhamu was practicing his runs. He hadn’t quite grown into his legs, so turning tended to end in total wipeouts. But it never deterred the young male - his father was such an effective hunter, he knew he had to be just as good. Being a great hunter would probably win him a lot of favor with the other members, too, and Isibhamu just couldn’t resist the thought. Maybe he’d even catch the eye of some beautiful female!
A smile had formed as he thought about it - he was young, yes, but he was growing every day. He definitely wasn’t the cub he once was, though he was still a little self-conscious of his gawky legs; it was part of the reason why he came to less populated areas to practice his runs and turns. Looking around, he didn’t see much - just the odd movement of another member not too far off, but not close enough so they could watch him.
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