Taming of the Plains Lion 2

Uvana could not have gotten to the slope at a better time -for the lion cub that is- for the lioness, roused from her slumber by the gnawing hunger that usually accompanies childbirth, had just left her rocky perch with her chosen cubs in tow. The hyena waited patiently until she had disappeared into the undergrowth. Then, like the cowardly dogs his specie are, he had started approaching the cub in a roundabout way, still wary of the mother. So intent was he in his would be meal that he did not hear Uvana as he silently crept up hill, his lame legs more of an advantage than not with his tight crouch-like walk.

The hyena had then abandoned all pretensions and was looping towards his target, the advent of a juicy meal conquering even his inborn fear of man and dulling the significance of the strange scent the noon breeze has just blown his way. There was a brief hesitation as he appeared to sniff the wind, but by then the scent of blood and urine coming from the little cub was so overwhelming he just shook of his misgivings and lounge forward once more.

The hyena’s powerful jaws was only a few finger lengths from the cubs succulent neck when a well aimed arrow pierced through his brain to exit between his red rimmed eyes.

There was no outcry from the hyena, he only stretched once or twice and lay still where he fell, his head brushing the cub’s fore legs.

Uvana smiled merrily, singing a silent praise to his father who had laboured for years teaching Uvana how to shoot the single kill arrow, believing it a remedy to his lameness. In those days, Uvana had silently fumed at having to cradle a bow and arrow all day long while his peers wrestled, learnt combat skills and partook in gruelling endurance races across the length of the seven hills and beyond. Uvana does not begrudge his father much now, his training had being relatively easy, for his keen eyes and long arms, made extra strong and steady by years of having to move around with them, made him a natural. It did not take long for people to notice his steady hands. He was known to shoot straight with the stone, straight enough for people to fear his wrath and mind not to call him the lame one, so calling him only when they are sure he is out of ear shoot.

Now, Uvana stood before the slain hyena looking beyond its bloodied head at the strangest sight he had even seen or had spoken off, a hairless lion cub. He was scared out of his wits and would have hurried down the slope and taken the shorter route to the hill that bore his kin had not the little cub open her eyes then and looked straight at him. He stood there, watching as the little cub, still layered with dried blood and whatnot slime, lifted herself on shaky legs and took the few gingerly steps it took to reach where he stood.

As she sniffed his legs he felt it then, fate. Strange but true, fate it was that brought them together. For how come it happened that it was today that he had agreed to bring along a skin of milk given to him by his doting mother, that he will meet a hungry, even if strange looking cub.

Sitting on the same rocky outcrop that the lioness had just vacated, Uvana proceeded to feed the hungry cub. Though the milk was not that plentiful, he was surprised when the cub drain it to the last drops. Exhausted by hours of crying and hunger now sated, the cub feel asleep in his arms and he gently wrapped it with an extra leopard skin he carried for his lame leg with on cold weather – it usually gets very sore on cold days and wrapping provides some sort of relief.

As he made his way slowly down the slope, careful not to jar the cub, he did not spar the dead hyena even a brief glance. Hyenas are a foul creatures, too cowardly to be considered honour kills and oily for human consumption. Even their skin, the only thing they posses useful to man, take too much time and care to cure. Logging it home will be a waste of time, better to leave it here for the buzzards to claim.

He had just picked his deer skin bag and long spear and was about turning towards the well trod path that leads home when a movement up ahead caught his eye. He was still trying to shift the cub to his right arm to free his stronger left, when a blurry gold and grey figure burst from the undergrowth and he found himself face to face with a huge lion, bearing all the signs that marks him out to be an elder lion of the hills.

The lion growled at him sniffing towards the sleeping cub as if inquiring. Though Uvana was scared enough to wet his pants, he decided to play it by the rules. Being a child of the hills, he knew the lion will not attack him, it knows his smell.