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Tamu enjoyed a few more weeks of sleeping, eating, and exploring before he began any real lessons. At this point, he began venturing further outside the his den with Lyra or Nami and became acquainted with some of the lionesses better. He had yet to meet Lyra`s younger brother, Eto, who would likely play a large role in teaching the child about his kingly duties once he grew older. Eto, who was next in line for the throne until the cub was of age, had traveled down-mountain with the lionesses to serve as a protector and an upholder of law. Tamu was eager to meet his uncle, but understod he had to wait. While Tamu enjoyed quasi lessons, he w

My generation came to be during a series of hash winters. My pride lost many cubs in just a few seasons due to the problems that weather brings about. Lions were never meant to live in the mountains, so live a hard live. While our network of caverns provides us with warmth and shelter, the conditions outside are harsh and hunting is treacherous. If the sharp, cold ice doesn`t shred your paw pads and give you frostbite, an avalanche may crush you. Fast, freezing winds will chill you to the bone and leave you shivering for weeks. Prey moves on during hard times and we are left with less to eat. That`s why its so important to be strong. Never a

"Mom... Moooommmmmmaaaah. Could you please- Mom! Are you done? I- Can you- Stop!" Tamu pleaded. Excitement made the youngster restless. "I`m clean now, my hair is in order... I`m ready!" "I just wanted you to look nice, my dear." "But dad says nice is`nt important! We have to be tough up here!" "Being 'tough' doesn`t mean you can`t be kind, Tamu. Remember that." "Okay, okay, it`s not lesson time! It`s presentation time! Can we go now? Please?" "I`m glad you are so excited, son. Some get nervous. I`m proud of you." The two started to walk out of the den and down towards the ceremony hall. Surely the residents of Satus was gathered there

"Momma... I`m cold" the child squeaked. "I know, my darling... this winter has been rougher than most. The winds are angry." "Angry? Why would the winds be angry?" Tamu inquired. "Because little kids aren`t letting their mothers sleep!" Lyra proclaimed as she playfully nuzzled her face into his small body. He squeaked again, with joy this time, and scrambled away from her. He tumbled over himself, still a little clumsy on his feet, and gave up with a big yawn. "Alright," his mother chuckled as she gently picked him up, "come back to me, my darling."   She nestled the child between her arms, trying to surround him with warmth. Concern bri