Looking up Lennart beamed at the praise. It meant so much to him that his father thought well of him, and he hoped to one day make Taraxa proud to call him his son.
Coughing a little at the unexpected clap on the back, he chuckled and nodded, still walking on air from his father's words. "That sounds like a great idea." Tilting his head the youngster looked hopefully up at the older male. "Really? I'd love to hear about her father!" It had been something that he had wondered about often, but had never had the courage to ask. Happy to agree with his father's suggestion, and more than keen to hear what he had to say, Lennart looked forward to filling his belly with food and his heart with his dad's company.
Moving up alongside Taraxa, the son walked with his father back to the pride's main area, talking the whole time.
