A groan could be heard from the far corner of the medicine den, a sound that had been resonating for days. The source? Old Wafu, the old retired raid captain of Uvamizi. The male had been on a steady decline for months, starting shortly after the illness had swept through the camp. It started like all the others, a dry annoying cough, but it had slowly worsened from there.
The male’s cough never truly healed, and hung around him like a needy cub. Not long after, a lump had appeared on the male. Then another. Then another. Ukupenda had seen this disease many times in older lions, and had informed him well on that there was nothing she could do to stop it. However, since it never appeared contagious, Wafu was allowed to still live among the pride. He never sought out Ukupenda, except for a few pain killing herbs here and there. But as the disease progressed, he found himself demanding more of the herbs, and more often than not he’d be fou