5/22/2025, 4:15 PM
calling all my lions!
it was late in the evening when the trumpets of elephants serenaded the plains. asha had been lounging in a low hanging tree, its limbs weathered from time and it was an easy thing to climb upon. her sister had been near, too. anxious, excited at the new arrival of Uhuru in their territory.
asha was too.
she stood at once, letting out a ghastly yawn, and began to bellow. loud, commanding, for her others to join her as they would rally.
it would be a test of strength— not for them, no, but for uhuru. he had claimed to kill the hyena nest, cut it from its head, and now she would wish to see how he graced these arid lands with its most apex of prey; elephant.
she gathered upon a knoll, waiting, listening. the elephants were not far.