Atlas and Afua stood by their mother's resting place, and their heads hung low.

A month had passed since the birth of Atlas. Afia was sick. Very sick as the young cub curled up in a ball beside his mother, mewing sadly. Atlas, too, had reached his milestones quickly and could waddle around and talk.

Afia weakly nuzzled her youngest son.

After some time, Avana held a little newborn cub between her paws as she looked up at her mate @kiletlg.bsky.social a soft smile on her muzzle as she held their newborn son she was tired from the birth.

Avana lay grooming her fur, picking up her mates scent @kiletlg.bsky.social it had been a while since they'd been together as she sniffed the air picking up that sweet scent she lay acting oblivious knowing full well what mood he was in.

Avana lay in the grass she seemed lost. Kujali was marcos brother and he had the right to take him from her which she understood why. She looked up to see one of her male friends who had a crush on her.

"Oh hey Kile."

@ashtontlg.bsky.social.

Avana lay in the grass, enjoying cool night air.

Avana sat in the grass watching over the Aisle of white whilst King Marco and Queen Razina were in the northern pride.