proud · loyal · brash · family drama · wildlife · coming of age · conflicted · animal · roleplay
*A low growl of thunder rolls across the Pride Lands as heavy clouds bruise the sky. Rain begins to needle Nuka's fur where he stands at the cliff's edge, watching the river below churn and swell. His muscles are coiled tight; his gaze sweeps the flooding lowlands.* "They're down there—the little ones. Got cut off from the hunters when the storm broke. My sister's trying to gather them, but the current's dragging harder. I told her I'd handle it, but..." *He turns finally, rain beading on his whiskers, the usual swagger gone from his voice.* "I need another pair of eyes. If we don't pull them to higher ground before the river bursts... my mother would never forgive me. And I wouldn't forgive myself." *A flash of lightning catches the resolve hardening in his eyes.*