In the face of an angry lion, even the bravest hyena has to avoid its edge.
What's more, there are only three hyenas, and they are completely unable to pose a threat to the lions in terms of force or quantity.
Hyenas dare to hunt lion cubs and can compete with adult lions, but they are not willing to confront adult lions unless necessary, whether they are powerful male lions or female hunters who are good hunters. lion.
Before Pascal they retreated, leaving their prey and fleeing. This is not the first time they have done this. The Natalie hyena group they originally lived in was driven away by Pascal, the new lion king of this land. Losing the inherent territory of the hyena group, the prestige of the hyena leader Natalie in the hyena group was greatly reduced. Soon, Nardelli took her place.
As the hyena group was being integrated, the three of them, as loyal supporters of the former leader Natalie, were also kicked out of the hyena group. They cannot hunt in the newly occupied territory of the group, and as outsiders, they cannot touch the interests of the local hyena group. In order to survive, they can only run on the edges of the territories of the two lion groups and the hyena group.
Because they wanted to avoid the lions and their fellow humans, they even changed their hunting time to noon - at this time, lions usually sleep in their dens to avoid the scorching sun burning their hair, and hyenas also like to move at night. .
Who can tell them what's going on with the angrily roaring lion behind them? They had never heard such an angry voice from Pascal. Even when he was driving away Natalie's hyena pack, he was majestic and calm. And just now... when they heard Pascal's roar, they almost thought that they would be torn into pieces by him in the next moment.
The angry male lion looked at the lion cub that had fallen to the ground with its head drooped and had no strength to even stand, with cold eyes. He didn't pay too much attention to the escaping hyenas. Anyway, he had memorized their scent, and their death was just a matter of time.
He stepped forward, lowered his body and licked the dying lion cub. He was not sure if he had come a little later, what he would have seen was a pile of minced meat. This was a little guy that rarely interested him. .
The little guy glanced at him feebly and closed his eyes again. Only from the slight trembling of the light yellow fur could he feel that it was still alive. The male lion simply squatted down and carefully licked the wounds of the little lion, first the eyes, and then the back, as carefully as giving it a bath. Maybe even lionesses aren't so meticulous when bathing their babies.
Feeling the lion's thick and warm tongue roaming around her wound, Jela felt embarrassed. Although it is known that licking to heal wounds is a common phenomenon in the animal world, it still cannot adapt.
Too close. This distance, this gesture, is beyond the range it can tolerate.
And, has anyone ever seen a male lion licking its cub? This is usually the job of the lionesses. Has anyone ever seen a male lion licking another lion's cubs instead of rushing in and killing them? This is absolutely ridiculous.
But now, Jayla has no choice. How do you get a lion cub that's so injured that it can't even stand to protest to an adult male lion? At least Jera thought it couldn't be done.
Therefore, it could only let Pascal pick it up. Considering its size, it was pitifully small in front of Pascal. Pascal only needed one bite to swallow it. Although he knew that since Pascal saved him, he would not end his life immediately, but this posture of life safety being threatened at any time still made Jela particularly uneasy.
As if he noticed the trembling under the fur of the little thing he was holding, Pascal raised his front paws and transformed into a human form in a golden light. He lifted Jela in front of his face: "Hey, calm down, you little guy. You don't want the wound to get bigger, right?" This was a tall, athletic and strong man. The contrast in power was so great that Jela was like a stuffed toy in his hands.
However, Jela couldn't care about this now. It nestled in Pascal's arms and glanced at him weakly, without even having the strength to say a word. The smell of blood on its body has attracted many hidden predators nearby, but they did not dare to step forward because of the male lion.
This feeling of being coveted made Jela uncomfortable. Similarly, the strong and aggressive aura exuding from Pascal also made it feel depressed and intimidated. But there is nothing it can do. Now it is just prey to the predators on the grassland.
Pascal could feel Jela's discomfort. He reached out and stroked the soft fur on its head, and calmed down a little: "You are a dishonest little guy..."
Jela buried her head in Pascal's arms and rolled her eyes quietly.
"It's really unimaginable. How could a weird little guy like you directly fight three adult male hyenas? Do you think the god of luck will always favor you, eh? You don't know the heights of the world, little guy?"
At this moment, Jela's eyes almost turned into dead fish eyes.
If possible, who would want to fight those three hyenas? It never thinks of itself as superman or the protagonist in hot-blooded comics where the weak defeats the strong. To ask such a stupid question, is this lion mentally retarded
Suddenly, Jela's back felt cold. Before it could adjust its expression, Pascal grabbed it and said, "Are you scolding me in your heart again? Hey, don't pretend to be stupid, I saw your Expression!"
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"There's no point in pretending to be dead." Pascal's big head came close to Jela and showed his sharp teeth to it: "If you pretend to be dead again, I will eat you."
Jela had a feeling of 'Ah, isn't this really a conversation between two children in kindergarten?'
It wasn't until Pascal's sharp teeth touched its neck that Jela felt a deep sense of crisis, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. What does the lion in front of it have to do with it? Why is it so sure that he won't kill it? Just because he saved it from the three hyenas? Ha, this is really the funniest joke of the century.
Protecting and being protected, trusting and being trusted, any relationship is so weak when the power of both parties is unequal.
Seeing the little guy nestled in his arms, too scared to move, Pascal felt much better. He wasn't a bully to begin with, oh no, lion, but somehow, bullying this little guy gave him a special sense of accomplishment.
At this time, Pascal didn't know how much trouble his bad taste would bring him in the future.
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It didn't take Pascal much time to get from the edge of the territory to the center of the nest. In fact, if Jela's injury was not taken into account, he could have been faster.
The members of Pascal's pride, nine lionesses and three male lions, heard Pascal's roar and came out to greet him.
Jela's eyes simply widened. It doesn't have any common sense to know that the leader of a lion group is usually one or several male lions. Male lions who share a king's position and territory are usually brothers. But there are three male lions in front of it, including Pascal himself, four. They don't look the same at all. What's going on!
Immediately afterwards, an even more unbelievable scene appeared. All the lionesses and male lions lowered their heads in front of Pascal, as if welcoming a returning king, giving him the highest respect.
The relationship between Pascal and the other three lions is not like a collaborator at all, they are more like a surrender and the surrendered. This kind of relationship is not uncommon in the human world, but this is the first time Jela has seen it in the animal world. The attitude of the lionesses towards Pascal confused Jera even more.
You know, although male lions look majestic and dominate the entire pride, they are actually just passers-by. When they have the ability to drive away all intruders, they are the leaders of the pride; when they are defeated and driven away by other male lions, they have nothing. It is the lionesses who truly rule the pride. Therefore, although they were in awe of the lion, they would not show complete surrender like what Jera saw in front of them.
For the first time, Gera took a keen interest in the lions under Pascal's rule.
"Welcome back, sir." One of the male lions stepped forward. It seemed that he was the second most important person in the Pascal pride. His polite manner made Jela suspect that he came from a civilized society rather than growing up in the wilderness. Immediately afterwards, a scene that surprised Jela even more happened. The male lion raised its front paws and slowly turned into a human in a burst of deep purple light.
Jela had also seen this method of changing forms in Pascal. It seems that he and Pascal are not the only lions that can transform into human form. Ah, of course, more importantly, when the two male lions were transforming, there was a layer of aperture around them. Jera didn't know what that meant, but it didn't have it itself.
The male lion stared at Jela in Pascal's arms, lowered his head and sniffed the scent of the cub: "Sir, this is..."
"I have seen this lion cub." The lioness leader Varna suddenly said: "His mother Lily - the former wandering lioness is the same as us."
"So, this cub is also..."
"I've heard rumors that it won't grow big."
"Oh, it seems that our guess is correct. It will also become one of us." The lionesses talked a lot.
"Sir, he is a child of Ghana. Has he been abandoned by the lions of Ghana when he appears here now?" Leod, the lion second only to Pascal, said: "Oh, I mean, if it hadn't been abandoned by the lions of Ghana?" It was abandoned by the Ghanaian lions, maybe we should send it back, otherwise it might cause disputes with the Ghanaian lions.”
"We are not afraid of the Ghana lions, but winter is coming. We should reserve some prey as much as possible instead of spending time and energy on guarding against the Ghana lions' revenge. Oh, of course, if you plan to capture Ghana now Lions, so as to expand our hunting range, there is nothing to say. However, I have to remind you that now is not a good time to expand the territory. After all, your uncle, the Lord of Selant City... "
"Oh, yes, I still have to watch out for Celant, so I can't make too much noise, right? Dear Lei, you are wrong. From the day I was exiled by Celant, I There is already a dead person in his eyes. He will not take a dead person to heart. Even if I occupy the territory of all wild lions, I am afraid he will disdain it. Therefore, what you are worried about will not become Reality."
While he was talking, Pascal glanced at the little lion, which was only the size of his palm, huddled in his arms, and drew it close to his arms. Noticing the little guy's listless appearance, his expression also darkened.
"But I can't let you take this risk. Maybe the reconnaissance force of the Lord of Selant City..."
"This has nothing to do with my decision to keep this child. Listen, Leod von Acathus, I have already made a decision, and you only have to choose whether to obey or not." The Lion King said: " From today onwards, Jela is my son and I will not give my son to anyone... not even Ghana."
Pascal couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the internal disputes among the Ghanaian lions. Now that he picked up this little guy, he had no intention of giving it back. As for Ghana, if he abandons his child, then he deserves to die; even if he abandons Jela not out of his intention, and fails to take good care of the little guy, causing the little guy to almost die at the mouth of a hyena, he deserves to lose his life. children.
From the different look in Lion King's eyes, Leod could tell that he was serious. Finally, the loyal subordinate lowered his head: "Yes, sir, I understand. If this is your will."
Pascal nodded with satisfaction, transformed back into the shape of a lion, and carried Jera back to his den.
"I guess you need to eat something now, little one." The lion dragged a warthog that was not far away to Jela and arched in Jela's direction.
The lionesses had been paying attention to Pascal's movements. Seeing this scene, one of the lionesses couldn't help shouting: "Oh, sir, are you serious? You actually gave up your prey to that little one." The one who spoke was Berenee, the youngest lioness in the Pascal pride.
Her third sister Lanni advised her: "It seems that the adults really regard little Jela as his own child. Okay, you can do whatever you want, and we will leave it alone."
"No, I mean, don't you need us to take care of the cubs? After all... hunting and caring for the cubs is our lioness's duty. Oh, although the adults almost never eat the prey we catch."
"Perhaps the adult would rather take care of the little lion himself. After all, he seems to attach great importance to it. Come on, sisters, this is not a problem we should worry about. Let's go hunting. Look, the adult has looked over. We If he doesn't leave, he will be angry..."
Jela didn't notice this episode. From the time Pascal put the warthog in front of it, it felt very hungry. The strong hunger and eager desire to eat made it forget the current situation of its injury. As soon as it took a step, it let out a painful groan.
"Let me see if the wound on the claw has opened again, you careless little guy?" Pascal overturned Jela to the ground regardless of Jela's objection. At this moment, Jela had to lie on her back, exposing her soft belly to Pascal. Pascal held its slender hind paw, looked at the wound that had turned dark red, and stretched out his tongue to lick it.
Jela felt the warm, barbed tongue of the lion scratching the wound on his hind leg, and suddenly felt a creepy feeling. This fear was even stronger than when it was first treated by Pascal. . From this angle, it could not fully see Pascal's movements, but Pascal could have a panoramic view of its every move.
The feeling of being licked by Pascal reminded him of the prey that was about to be eaten. Maybe this male lion didn't want to heal it at all, but was just testing whether the food was to his liking, who knows!
In front of the lion's bloody mouth, Jela once again felt her own insignificance.
"Look at your expression." Pascal turned Jela back like a tortoise shell: "Why, do you think I want to eat you? I said, you are too thin, not enough for me to stuff between my teeth, or Wait until you grow up."
Jela felt a little cold. He didn't know whether he should be happy or afraid. At least, it no longer has to worry about its own life these days. It also knows how slow its growth rate is. From this point of view, it should be a long time before it is actually eaten by Pascal as a reserve food.
That's it, Gera thought. Its life will always be threatened, either from the grassland or from this male lion. If it lives alone on the grassland, it may not see the sun tomorrow; if it is used as food reserve for this male lion, when it really grows up to be eaten, it will at least have the ability to resist or escape.
You can't expect lions to be philanthropists and keep a lion that has no blood relationship with them for no reason, right