If there had been one thing that Garok hadn't been expecting coming back to the pride, it was cubs. Much less so that his sister and High Warlord would have cubs, given how strict seeming she was most of the time about lions that weren't her immediate family and friends. But then again he'd quietly wondered what would've happened if she did have cubs.
Well, wonder no longer it seemed.
The Warchief had healed (mostly) from the numerous lacerations he had returned home with, he could walk and go on his rounds and check on everyone and their business within the pride. However today there would be no business checking, at least not straight away. The large male was curious to see his new nephews and nieces that he - like any rational lion wanting to keep their pelt in tact - had kept a wide berth from till they were big enough to talk, tumble and generally get along like any other whelp.
Despite his status even he couldn't deny he was the tiniest bit excited, it made him wonder silently how he himself would handle being a father. Ro' would make an excellent and as always beautiful mother...but approaching the den he shook such thoughts briefly aside as he peeked briefly inside and then waited at the mouth of the den.
"Anyone home?"
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