He frowned and flicked his tail behind him, watching the sky.
Life for him, at least, was peaceful. The cubs were no longer cubs, and he was teaching them how to be Slayers like them. If it was their choice, of course. Their son, Komboa, was dutiful in his training and learning, which made Maktaba very proud.
He was sitting near their den, waiting for his mate, feeling affectionate and silly this evening. He was still a calm and quiet sort, but he did not have to be all business all the time. Sometimes, he just wanted to focus on his family, and making sure they were all as happy as he was.
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