WIND

"Only. You will always be alone, my child, but be brave and move on. Survive and find your place in the world." So he spoke to him, his mother, River-in-run, and left him alone. He began to walk slowly, as if he had a buffalo on his shoulders. It all depended on him now. His fur had marked his fate and he could do nothing to change his fate. The young lion left the past behind and began to walk towards his future.

All this for a rare white fur coat. A fur coat that made you an easy target, ruined you with every ambush because it made you visible, made you an outcast. Nobody wants a white lion, it's a loser... seh, door loser. Especially to those who have this bad luck. Wind thought. Even his mother wasn't able to accept it. Since he was born, in fact, in the territory of his family had arrived a terrible famine, frequent invasions by strangers and by now his father was very old and unable to protect the lionesses. So he had been brutally driven away by his family, but his mother had come to say goodbye and wish him good luck.

He was so lonely. Without a family, without a pack.

SAHARAH

The large male lion with a black mane growled menacingly towards Tinar, Saharah's father, who began to roar furiously. The struggle between the two was now inevitable. The puppy was frightened, if her father had lost she would have been killed by the lion with the black mane like ebony. He didn't want to die! He was too young! Her mother flashed a lion smile from her far from reassuring. Saharah hated the way lions were made. All those stupid things like fighting for territory or having a pack tied to the strongest, the biggest and the fiercest. All ages dictated by the law of the strongest and not by the heart, feelings and family. There was no room for love in that world. Not true love was born among lions. A lasting love, a couple who really loved each other and were not together for convenience. №. There was no love among lions. Love was for the weak. And the weak die.

WIND

He had been walking for days in that desert and saw only sand. SAND,SAND AND OTHER SAND. Exciting, right? Damn the desert. He hadn't been drinking for days, and for even longer he didn't put something decent under his teeth. In addition, for a couple of days the vultures had taken to follow him, ready to eat it after death. At one point Wind roared to heaven these exact words: "If you stop bothering me you help me maybe I could get you something tastier than a skinny lion all skin... " Immediately the vultures shut down and said in unison, "Let's make a blood pact. If you don't abide by the deal, you're going to die. "So the birds led him to an oase full of game. He rolled well in the sand, soiling his shiny white hair so as not to be seen by his prey, and slowly approached his unsuspecting victim, a young zebra. When she noticed him it was too late. She was doomed. So everyone fulfilled their duties and the pact was fulfilled.