“Yes,” came the muffled reply. “Nobody's ever really minded it, but...it makes it kinda hard to hunt...”

Sasha started to laugh. He couldn't help it; it just rolled out of him. Milla jumped up, feeling defensive, but she could hear his thoughts behind the laughter. Hard to hunt? They pass out! A smile spread across Milla's face. It was funny. She watched him roll around on the grass, laughing, and decided she wanting to make him laugh like that again.

ons who presided over all. That is, usually. Some animals, like Cruller the baboon and this hornbill, were psychic as well and were held in high esteem by the lions.

The hornbill landed gently on the Whispering Rock's lower platform, despite the fact he was blind in one eye. He adjusted his spiked helmet (which for some reason had a cork on the spike) and saluted the lion standing before him. “At ease, soldier,” the lion chuckled to his diminutive friend. The lion was long and lean, not really one's idea of a strong lion. He was strong; don't get me wrong. He just didn't look it.

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