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Originally posted by Katse
Sengalo led Zabad away from the water hole at a slow pace. His head was held low as his black tassle took a soft swish back and forth with each step of his hind legs. He would glance out of the corner of his eye back at the lion following him, but they were short lived and he remained staring ahead of him for most of the trip.
Sengalo didn't lead Zabad neccessarily back to his thicket, but off to the side where most of the acacias were still gathered, but not nearly as much underbrush at their bases. He finally came to a halt, still not turning to face his half-brother. "I have a pretty good feeling that you don't trust me," he finally spoke in a calm tone as he lifted his head slightly, "just as much as I don't trust you.... but do you care to tell me how it happened?" He now turned to face the other black maned lion. "How it happened to Keyonna," he continued, pretty much void of emotion, save for that ever small glimmer of concern in his eyes. It, indeed, was a strange feat for Sengalo to show so much as a sliver of worry for someone other than himself. Who knew what he possibly had up his sleeve?
((Sorry I'm late))