Gumu looked up at the older female. "I'm Gumu and the future king." He knew that was all he had to say, being a future king would obviously mean he's the king's son.
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Roho smirked at his sister, getting an idea. "Well, if you won't go with me. Can you rid of [i][b]HER[/b][/i] then?" He asked, his eyes pleading.

Malaika shook her head in disbelief. "Ugh, fine." She walked over to the ostrich, getting ready to do every trick she could think of. "Hey, Olivia, what's it like to be an adviser?" Knowing how birds with this role could talk for hours on certain things.

Olivia looked the cub that asked her that. "Well, my job is very important." She began blabbering about all there was to being an adviser or reporter.

Once she was too caught up in her speech, Roho took that chance to take off and explore beyond the borders. He had made it across the waterhole and was now on the other side.