
(Way backdated, just after Introductions.)
While the lionesses had tended to their other new Umholi, Andhaka had stepped back and away, positioning himself at the edge of group but within line of sight, watching and mind racing. Unable to be still, he paced, glancing away periodically only to go back to staring. Such behavior was most unusual for the unflinchingly cool and composed male, and he finally forced himself to stopand sit. His paws clenched, claws digging into the ground, but no one was near enough to see. He looked calmer, at least, if still tense. Very tense.
Once the Abazingeli had finished with the golden newcomer, Andhaka had risen and jerked his head in an indication for him to follow him, and strode off, saying nothing. He continued in silence long enough for them to get well away from any prying ears and eyes, then pounced.
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