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#TRT: Watu watatu wafariki katika shambulizi la kujitoa mhanga nchini Pakistan Watu watatu, ikiwa ni pamoja na afisa wa polisi wa Pakistani, waliuawa katika shambulizi la kujitoa mhanga huko Quetta, mji mkuu wa jimbo la Baluchistan kusini magharibi mwa Pakistan.

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Chapter 7 : Springing the Swamp Trap

 "Yawn, what happened dada Kui? Where are we?" Damu looked around the moving scenery through blurry eyes. The sun was setting, which meant that she had to have been asleep for many hours. I haven't slept so well in a while. 

    "Oh yer affake," Her mouth full of Damu's fur, she set the little cub down to clarify, "I had to move us from where we were for safety. You seemed so tired that I didn't think you would worry too much if I did while you rested."       "Oh. Are we closer?" Damu's ears perked up in excitement, hopeful of how far they had traveled while she was asleep.      "A little bit further and then we will be in the territory." Kuibia looked down at her with a smile. Damu looked around at where they had stopped, but it didn't seem like what she expected. It was no longer the flat shrub decored clay land that they were in when they first met, but rather wet green vegetation and thick trees sunken into pools of water.      "This is Blood Pride territory?" Damu seemed hesitant as she sniffed the thick marsh air. She looked down at one of the nearby pools and saw that there was no red dye in the water.      "Well we have to cross the river at a certain point but it will be safer for use to travel through this marsh area." Kuibia kept smiling but she didn't like how the little cub was so inquisitive. This will also help us avoid the waterfall so by the time I get you to Baba it will be too late for you, you little brat. "It will be fine, we just need to get through this area."      "Okay, I guess. It smells funny though." Damu's young predatory eyes caught the glimpse of a frog on a rotten trunk and started to stalk it, only for it to jump into the green moss filled water, splashing her in the face. “Ew!" She shook wildly trying to get the filthy water off her face. Kuibia even chuckled when a string of loose swamp plant was strung across her snout.      "Well it will help mask our scent." She flicked the plant off of the small cub and started walking, expecting Damu to follow. For her it was easy to jump and walk from giant roots sticking out of the water and patches of earth, but the grunts and scratching noises behind her told her that the little one was nowhere near as experienced.      "Dada Kui-ugh-wait for me." Damu called as she used her claws to climb up the muddy bank, groaning in disgust at her back feet going into the slimy water.      "You are a big girl Damu, you’re going to have to keep up." Kuibia called back, not so soft voiced as the little one had heard her speak before. This brat is really getting on my nerves. She needs to learn how to be tough or she will never make it.      "B-but- Ow!" Damu yelped as a pricker bush thorn went into her front paw pad. The little one started to sniffle and cry as she was used to doing when in pain and expected the older one to do as her mother would and come take the sharp thing out and console her.      "Stop crying it's just a pricker. Pull it out and keep moving." Kuibia had turned around and glared down at the cub, annoyed by her infantile behavior.      "I-it hurts sniffle c-can you help me?" She lifted her paw up to show where the plant was sticking into her paw.      "Tch, it's barely in the skin. Pull it out yourself and let's mo-" She froze as her ears picked up an echoing call of a male lion. It was not even a mile away and the one that replied was even closer. "Kinyesi! Get moving brat, let's go!" Little Damu winced at how Kuibia snapped at her, who seemed to be a totally different lioness.      "B-but-"     "Move!" Kuibia raised a paw and smacked the back of the small cub, with enough force for her to be pushed forward and when she instinctively went to catch herself the stinging sensation of the thorn going deeper into her paw made her cry out in pain. "Shut up and move!" Kuibia swatted Damu's backside, shoving her onward as she listened for more calls of the males nearby.      "Ow! Stop it hurts!" Damu limped forward and tried to keep her injured paw raised, looking back at the seething female she was so foolish to trust.      "I don't have time for this!" Kuibia picked Damu up again, not so gently as before and started in a fast run. Damu hissed as she swung from her scruff in Kuibia's mouth, unable to pull the thorn out of her paw with the bouncing of her bumpy ride.      "Kuibia put me down! I don't like this!" Damu called, wiggling in discomfort and trying to avoid sticks hitting her. Kuibia snarled and jumped into the swamp water and started to swim with the small cub's head just barely above the water. "Ow! My cuts!" Damu cried, the sick feeling of the water flowing across her open wound, the loose edge skin peeling, pulling and brushing against the swamp plants. By the time Kuibia got them to the other side she was weeping and clawing for the ground. She was unceremoniously dropped to the ground and before she could get up a heavy paw pressed against her back, claws gripping at her skin.      "Listen you little excuse of our Baba's blood. If I had my way you would be hyena food. But he wants you so you are going to shut up and we are going to get through this area without bringing attention to ourselves, is that clear?"     "Well well serpent tongue turn to stone sister?" both females looked up and standing before them was Kujitoa, leaning against a tree in boredom from watching the little scenario play out.      "Kuji, back off! I found her first. I will bring her back to Kuua." Kuua?! Did she just say Kuua? I was right! Damu's struggles became more frantic as she was held down, digging into the earth for some kind of leverage to pull herself out from under the weight.      "You found her and you caught her, but you can only try and bring her to him. And what do you think it will prove? You still are what you are Kui," Kujitoa flexed his claws out as he came closer, eyeing his seething sister and waiting for that final small thread of patience to snap, "You aren't Baba's little girl. Your little name should be proof enough, Tupa."     "SHUT UP!! ROAR!" Kuibia swatted Damu to the side as she lunged at the juvenile male, eyes blazing and teeth bared. Damu watched the fight commence but really she couldn't really follow it; it was nothing but tumbling mess of grey and yellow fur, clashing teeth and swiping paws. I have to go. Now's my chance. Damu started to limp back to the water, sliding it and swimming despite the pain, all the while listening to the fight.      "Don't grr call me snarl Tupa!"           "This fight is pointless. Ugh you can't beat me, Tupa."      "Why you little- hiss." Damu was thankful that she had made it to the other side and the older pair were still in combat. She hobbled as fast as she could back the way she and Kuibia had come, knowing they had gone backwards if they were indeed going back to Kuua.  Roar. Roar.      Damu froze for a moment, listening to the loud echo of a lion's call that didn't sound familiar. S-some lions eat cubs! Damu remembered her mother tell her of stranger danger, especially older males, and her movements became more frantic, until the pain in her paw became too much to bear. Looking around she saw a collection of roots raised in shallow water created a small hole she could squeeze through and be safe from any large animals. Squeezing between the thick wood she pressed herself into the deep earth wall on the other side and waited for anyone or anything. Roar. Roar.         It was a different lion's call, a much much closer lion's call. Damu pushed deeper into makeshift den and eyed the outside with hesitation. She could no longer hear the conflict of her half-siblings, so for all she knew it was the victor calling out for reinforcements to catch her. Some sloshing in the water told her she was not alone and all she could do was hold her breath and keep her eyes squeezed shut.  "Oi you in there, what're you doing?"

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Translations: Damu: Blood Kuibia: Stealth Kujitoa: Devoted/ Loyal Kuua: Kill tundu kike: Impudent Female Kinyesi: Shit 

dada: sister

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Chapter 6: Twists and Turnabout

  "I think it will heal fine, but it's probably going to scar." Kuibia licked at Damu's hip, who wiggled under the stinging sensation. The red clay had dried and flaked off, leaving the dried out tissue to the open air. "You're lucky it didn't go down to the muscle, you could have been stuck with a gimp the rest of your life." However short it may be. Oh how easy it would be for Kuibia to claw at the smaller cubs soft belly that lay under her paw, holding her down for her bath.          "Well I don't feel lucky. It stings!" Damu groaned and put a paw to Kuibia's face to push her grooming away from the injury.        "Tut tut, the clay only could clean so much. It may get infected as we travel, so you better get used to the feeling." It didn't hurt that Kuibia couldn't kill the cub, but the pain and discomfort the little one had satisfied her enough.        "But it-wait," Damu looked back to Kuibia's smiling face, "w-what did you say?"       "What? That the wound might get infected?"       "No the other thing before that."        "Um, tut tut? It's a pretty common enough expression. Surely you have heard it before."       "Y-yeah, once." Damu became very quiet and let Kuibia continue her grooming. I know I have heard it before....where- Tut Tu, to tell such lies to our cub. Damu's heart fell into her stomach as the sound of Kuua's voice rang in her ears, as if she was back surrounded by dogs under her mother's protective stance. S-she couldn't be....could- no! I am just being silly.       "You alright Damu?" Kuibia asked, head tilted to the side as she rolled the little one onto her belly and started to clean her back.          "Oh, it's nothing. How much further to your pride dad Kui?"        "Well it is still quite a ways away. A few days at least." Which wasn't a lie; after all the backtracking they would have to do.          "Oh. I thought I was getting close. I mean the clay is getting thicker and redder."        "Well it changes form time to time. It may rise and fall and get paler and redder as we go."          "But-"        "Hush little dada we will get there. And when we do you will be among family." Kuibia bathed the top of Damu's head continuously, trying to tame the small cowlick tuff of fur at the top.    "Hehe, good luck. Not even Mama can get my fur to behave."        "Tch, no kidding it is almost like a mane is going to grow. Hopefully it will shrink as you grow."    "Or become like your fur. I like your fur. It's pretty." Kuibia looked up at the dangling bangs the lay on her head and blew a puff of air at it to get it to fall differently.    "Yes well...I think it is time for sleep little one. I will keep watch so just you rest." Damu curled up between her muscular forepaws and slowly fell to sleep, pushing her insecurities back with her naive trust in the juvenile lioness.   Kuibia sneered down at the sleeping cub, listening for the heavy breathing that would signal she would be deep in sleep. Damu rolled so her face was into her chest and snuggled into her, oblivious to the older ones disgust. "You are so innocent and trusting it is disgusting." Kubia mumbled down at the little one. "You won't last a day with Baba's training. So weak and small, just like Kujitoa was." She remembered that day well, when her father found his two sons, Kujitoa and Askari, who had traveled to find him through supposed thick brush and hyena territory. He was so happy, so proud. Meanwhile he didn't care if she stayed with her mama or came with him. Heck he didn't seem to care if she lived or died.Baba, what makes these runts so special? Even Damu, who is a girl is more in your eyes than I. I could hunt with the best of the pride at this little Damu's age. The wind changed direction and with it the scent of unwanted attention. "Kinyesi." she hissed, picking up the sleeping cub in her mouth by the scruff and turned away from the river and started a gentle pace away. The little one grumbled a bit but stayed asleep; she probably had gotten used to her mother carrying her in her sleep that it didn't wake her anymore. With her skilled speed and agility she could make it over rocks and twigs without a sound, keeping her enemy oblivious and Damu still asleep. This actually works out for me. I can turn us around and the little runt won't even notice. Thanks for the assistance ndugu.    The scent of the wind has changed. And so has the water. Kujitoa walked along the water's edge, following the imprinted paw prints that were faded by the lapping water but still sunk into the muddy shore. For trying to used the water to mask her scent, this cub was avoiding the obvious fact that wet ground made for easy prints. Rookie mistake. Such ignorance would not be tolerated by Kuua or the rest of the group. The scent of blood and rot from the heat hit his nose and he looked to see vultures circling a fresh kill. Well it was partially fresh; probably killed earlier that day. It was left out by the river to cook in the sun, no doubt helping attract the birds above. It had been a while since he had eaten, and it looked like there was more than enough there. How wasteful. He smirked and bent down to take a bite. If some foolish predator was too naive to hide his/her leftovers in the event that their next hunt wasn't successful then it was their fault. But he froze in mid piercing of the flesh when his nose picked up a two faint smells on the carcass. One Damu's, the other-    "You tundu kike." Kujitoa looked to the neck of the gazelle, which was perfectly snapped, twisted in a unnatural direction with a look of agony. One whiff of the neck and he was certain that it was indeed a clean kill from his sister. "Well played Kui. Well played." He didn't bother to touch the gazelle, but instead used his nose to pick up on a new scent that would hopefully lead him to both of his sisters.

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Chapter 5: Misplaced Trust

"Please be quiet tummy," Damu groaned as she trudged along the river, following as the water was coated with red along the edge. She had already put some clay on her leg to help heal it as her mother had instructed her to do with her ear, but she didn't bother with that. She stomach was growling yet again as the few mice she had caught didn't do much compared to what she was used to eating on a daily basis. She slowed down a bit when she heard some rustling in the grass ahead of her and saw a gazelle walk up to the water for a drink. Where is its herd? It's all alone. She didn't bother hiding because the gazelle clearly didn't see the small cat as a threat. Damu noticed the herbivore was keeping weight off one of it's back legs and as it drank. As soon as she tried to keep walking the gazelle stopped and became very attentive, ears turning in all directions and nostrils flaring. If there was a predator other than Damu in the area then it clearly could smell it. The small cub ran into a nearby bush and watched. The gazelle seemed to contemplate going across the water or back into the grass, its hooves tapping frantically as it looked all around for the threat. In a blink of an eye there the gazelle had fallen into the water without so much as a squeal; the lioness above it still pinning its broken neck down in the water. She dragged the carcass out of the water and plopped herself down to eat, only then did she seem to notice the small pair of eyes watching her. "Why hello little one. Where did you come from?" Damu knew not to talk to strangers, but her stomach growled so hard that she was sure the young lioness even heard it. Apparently she did and found it humorous, along with Damu's decision to stay in the bush. "Don't be afraid sweetie, I won't hurt you. You want some?" She took a single claw and started to rip some of the soft furry hide off her kill, lettling Damu smell the fresh juicy blood and tissue. Damu poked her head out and looked around for any other lionesses. "W-where's your pride?" Damu licked her lips as she saw some of the inner meat exposed. "Oh there a bit of a ways away. I am traveling back to them now after visiting some allies. Been a bit lonely actually." Damu slowly stepped out of the bush and cautiously approached the young lioness. She had to be about two or three years older than Damu and she had such a color pattern that she had never seen before. Her face was a dark brown which accented her rich blue eyes, her top all the way down to her tail and back legs was a honey yellow and her upper cheeks, chin,and chest were that of a pale grey; her belly and sides a stone grey coloration with the brown dabbed in various places along her shoulders and rib cage. She is really pretty, and she seems nice. Damu's stomach interrupted their conversation. "S-sorry." "Oh don't be you poor dear. You look like skin and bones! Have some." She nudge her kill closer to the cub and gave her a reassuring smile that let her know she could eat first. Maybe it was the softness of her voice or the light smile on her bloodied lips but Damu felt safe, like the many times her mother would treat her after coming back from a successful hunt. Damu wasted no time ripping into the meat, shaking her head rigorously to pull a chunk of meat off. The female laid there in a relaxing manner, smiling and watching the small cub eat. "Mmmm. This is so good!" Damu called up from her head deep inside the animal. "My my you certainly are hungry aren't you little one. When was the last time you ate? And where is your mother or sisters? Surely they hunt for you." "My mama's in trouble, so I am trying to get help." "Oh dear. What kind of trouble? Is she sick?" The lioness seemed really concerned and proceeded to cut back more skin so Damu could get to the better parts. "Our pride has been taken over by this really mean lion. Says he is my baba but he is so mean. He bit my ear!" Damu pointed at the small piece of missing ear with a pout on her face. "Ouch that looks painful. And what happened there?" The lioness pointed to Damu's back leg that was covered in thick red clay that had dried and was cracking in some places. "That was from Wild dog. He worked for the mean lion." Damu's appetite lessened not so much because of the food but the conversation. Guilt filled her heart that here she was talking and eating while her mother could have been dead. "I have to get help." Damu got up and went to leave, but the lioness stood in her way. "Wait no! I mean- it is dangerous for you to be traveling alone so young, especially injured. What pride are you looking for?" "Well my babu is a member of it. He is from the Blood Pride." "The Blood Pride! What a coincidence! I am from the blood pride too!" "Really?" Damu's smile grew with all the hope that filled her. "Yes, and I would be happy to take you with me, since I am heading that way myself." the lioness bent down and licked some of the blood off of Damu's face before turning to walk along the river with her, nodding forward with her head for her to follow. "Oh thank you! thank you!" Damu ran up along her and ran between her legs playfully like she would her mother when they traveled before settling beside her, always looking up at her new heroine. "My name's Damu. I wasn named after my babu." "Damu, what a lovely name. I am Kuibia, but you can call my Kui or just call me your dada." "Okay dada Kui." Damu smiled up at Kui, not knowing that under the smile and kind words was a lioness that hated her and wished for her suffering. Too Easy. Now I just need to move away from the river and back track without you knowing you little shit. She smiled down at the cub who splashed around in the water as they kept along the trail. Meanwhile, back at the Amani Pride, which wasn't so peaceful anymore, the seven lionesses and their cubs are huddled together, eyeing the three lions who were sitting down on top of the clay mound that was at the entrance of the den, whispering amongst themselves. Kuua looked down at the females in disgust, growling or snapping at them to shut up if he thought they were talking too much. His brothers were also eyeing the the group as they spoke. Sumu was the smallest of the three but that didn't make him any less intimidating, not with his dark red eyes that seemed to glow even in the day. His mane was pulled back with no bangs and was a faded dry grassland yellow and faded down his chest and belly to a dark rock brown. His fur was a mud brown and decorated with black jewel spots along his hips and his cheeks. Perhaps it was his dark fur that made his red eyes shine so much. Uozo wasn't so much staring at the lionesses but at the small cubs that huddled behind amongst them, wondering how many Kuua would let him eat and how the would taste. He licked his lips when he saw the one male cub that was curled up against his mother asleep. He may have been the largest of the three, but he was far from being on par with them in intelligence. His faded red fur and pale yellow stomach was filthy with patches of bare skin scattering his unkept body. His shaggy brown man with grey streaks was also matted and clumped that made his side mane almost look like dreadlocks framing his face and shoulders. His angel blue eyes were far from matching his personality.  He wasn't so much as talking so much as nodding along and "yessing" to anything Kuua said. "What do we do now?" Tisa whispered to her sisters, hiding her lip movement in her grooming of her son Bwana who was snoring away. "If the dogs weren't involved we could run all three of them out." Hasira growled. "Don't be foolish young one," Tufani hissed at her, "Those three are well seasoned. And those dogs are no laughing matter either, look at how Tisa turned out. Hell look at Zainabu." Tisa looked down in dismay with her good eye since one had been closed by the swelling around it. Hasira looked over at the one lioness who wasn't in the huddle, who was also covered in cuts and bruises. Zainabu seemed to be searching the distance for something, almost like she was waiting for something, or someone. "Plus they are not alone," Tisa added, eyed the entrance of the den, where many young males were sleeping away. "They are young, but I don't think they are anywhere near as innocent as our little ones." "Hey! Enough squabbling you lot!" Kuua called out, making Tisa flinch and huddle closer to her son. "We should take watches while we rest. For now the den is off limits. I will take first watch." Hasira ordered. "You are not the head of the hunters yet young one. Mind your-" "No, she is right Tufani," all seven lionesses looked up as their leader Zainabu finally joined them, laying next to Hasira who quickly lowered her head in respect. "Wake me for next watch Hasira, we all need rest." Hasira nodded and got up from the circle and sat at the edge between the group and their invaders, not caring if the males knew she was glaring right at them and the den. "Zainabu, are you-" Tisa couldn't bring herself to ask. She could never imagine the pain and fear she would feel if anything like what happened to Damu had happened to her little Bwana. "Rest now sisters, we will survive this." Zainabu had an air of calm around her that let everyone remember why she was in charge. Meanwhile a storm raged within her of questions. Please be safe my little Damu.

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Chapter 4: I Won’t Stop

"Wow....and ouch." Damu groaned as she looked down at her reflection. The chunk of ear that was missing didn't seem to affect her hearing and it was no longer bleeding, but it still throbbed. That pain though wasn't anywhere near as pain coming from her back leg, which was torn up to the point that she flexed her leg she could see the muscle flex. Shuddering at the grotesque face that she could see the inner workings of her leg, Damu sat up and tested putting weight on her leg. There was a pit of pain, but not enough that she couldn't put a little weight on it. However with each step she would take made more blood seep down her leg. Thankfully the water was still crystal clear so she had seen when a crocodile was attracted to the smell of her blood in the and she could leave the edge and walk in the bush until she thought she was far enough away from the predator that she could go back to walking along the water.

What am I doing here? I have never been to Babu's home, I've only ever met him once! What if he doesn't recognize me? What if I can't recognize him?

All these thoughts traumatized Damu as she traveled, unknowing of how far she would have to go before she reached safety. The grumbling of her stomach however pulled her out of her thoughts and she realized how hungry she was since the whole thing. She also knew though that the sun was going to set for another day and she needed to find a place to hide; her mother wasn't there to protect her.

   "Mama..." Damu started to tear up at the thought of her mother, under that pile of dogs, her hissing and yowls of pain as she ran away. But that male, Kuua, he said he was going to bring her back to her mother, but could she trust him?

   "Yip Yip! Yip!" She perked up her ears at the interesting sounds of a small animal yipping, so she crept down quietly like when she watched her mother and aunts track and she followed the noise. Peaking up from an old log she noticed a small meerkat standing on a rock a feet away. It didn't seem to notice her as it continued with its constant pattern of scurrying, sniffing the air and then flinching away. Damu made to jump over the log, but her current bum leg messed it up for her. When her foot banged against the log it sent a ripple of shock through her leg, and with there no longer being enough fat and tissue around the muscle to absorb the impact, she could do no more than yelp in pain, giving away her position and starting a hurricane of meerkats diving into their tunnels and the scout scurrying away.

   "Awww" she groaned in both pain and disappointment. She would have to go to bed hungry; if she slept at all that night. Looking around she saw a Marula tree that didn't seem to have anyone living in it. Climbing proved to be just as difficult as hunting and she wasn't afraid to cry as she pulled herself up onto the closest branch. Sticking to where the branch was thickest, she looked to the setting sun and lowered her head onto her paws.

   "Goodnight Mama." Damu whispered, hoping the wind would carry her prayer to her mother, either where she was alive or to her soul resting on a star.

   "I have no plans to be your meal." Kujitoa didn't even bother to look at the crocodile that was eyeing him in the shallows of the river. He had been walking for a while and didn't seem to find any real clues, except for a few drops of blood that helped him reassure himself that he was still on the brats trail. However her blood loss was lessening and if he didn't find a true trail to follow he would have to think of a new plan. Lapping at the cool water looking eye to eye with the croc who was still coasting towards him. But Kujitoa didn't bother to growl or back away, but rather sat down and watched the croc come closer. "I wouldn't suppose you have eaten recently?"    

   "What's it to ya?" the large beast replied, eyeing the young lion and wondering who was going to be faster.

   "Depends on what your diet consists of? Would little brat cubs be on the menu?" The crocodile didn't want to admit it but this lion’s monotone body language was not seemed admirable, but also intimidating. "I can taste a bit of her blood on the water. It is faint but it is there."

   "Yeah she was limping along," the beast admitted, "but she saw me just like you saw me, though I am impressed you are seeing me now in the dark."

   "So she lives." It was more a statement rather than a question, "And which direction did she go?" Again it sounded less like a question and more like a demand. The river monster hissed a bit in the water at the youths disrespect and decided to strike. Lunging himself out of the water he went for the young lion's forearm but his jaw closed on nothing and before he could retract himself into the water he felt sharp claws under his jaw. When he was back in the water he expected a snarling, hackle raised lion but instead there stood a composed young lion, licking some blood off of his claws, eyeing him with glowing red eyes. It was clear that this wasn't worth going at him again and floated his way down the river, hoping to find some silted water.

   "My my, you certainly have a way about you, Kuji." A cocky tone behind him made his hackles raise a bit and him huff in irritation.

   "Kui." That was the only acknowledgement he gave as he continued his way down river, his ears flattening as he walked when he heard the splash of the other adolescent jumping off the boulder that was behind him. "What do you want Kuibia ."

   "Well I am curious what makes this little Damu so special that dear Baba would want her so badly. After all she is a female. And we know how he feels about female cubs of his." Kuibia hissed out the last bit.

   "You would know best, Kui." Kujitoa smirked as he looked back at the now fuming lioness. Kuibia was about the same age as Kujitoa, but being a lioness made her body look more fully grown than him. She blew a small poof of air up at her overgrown fur that hung over her forehead in irritation.

   "Anyway, I figured the more people looking the better, so-" She seemed to flip a switch to cheerful, running up and jumping up in front of him and facing them snout to snout, "Find anything interesting?"

   "So I can do all the work and you take the glory. Pfft yeah that's a laugh." Kujitoa shoved past his sister and kept on his way, "Go back Kui, Kuua won't be happy that you've gone. Go back to the hunting party where you belong." Kuibia  watched as he kept walking down the river, a clear pout on her face.

Who died and made you my boss? Kuibia hated how her brother seemed to have an air of superiority about him. Then again with Kuua's teachings there is not telling how low he saw his sister. How low they all saw all females.Except this Damu. Kuibia growled and clawed the earth at just the thought that her Baba would actually show concern, would actually care more about this young cub than her. I'll find you Damu! Then we'll see... Baba will favor me even more than you Kujitoa. Smiling in manic glee, Kuibia returned to the thick grass along the border; keeping her distance from her brother but close enough to track him.

Yawn

"What a night." Damu groaned as she shimmied her way down the tree. All night there haunting noises that kept her ears constantly moving. Unable to sleep she did the only thing that soothed her; she groomed, imagining that it was her mother's tongue affectionately cleaning her. Her leg had finally stopped bleeding but it still stung to the touch. She made her way to the water, every once in a while listening and chasing a mouse or lizard to get a quick snack to calm her churning stomach. As she bent her head down to drink, she noticed a slight red tinge in the ground.

   "Clay," She whispered in shock, her eyes lighting up as she smiled, "I'm close! I'm almost there!" Damu looked back down the other way of the river, to where maybe with some hope her mother was still waiting for help. "Don't worry Mama..."

   Kujitoa tore into the flesh of the Bushpig, not bothering to wait for it to end its twitching and wheezing as blood drained from its ripped throat. He looked to the rising sun with a bored expression, knowing that somewhere in that direction was his primary target. She was keeping quite an impressive pace for being injured, but to him the ending was inevitable. Brat...

“Enjoy your meal brother," Kuibia chuckled as she kept going at a brisk pace through the grass, enjoying the sweet advantage she had over her brother who was far behind her, "because unlike you..."

"I won't stop." All three siblings had no idea that they each were saying and thinking the same exact thing, at the same exact time.