Night fell.
A silver moon rose up the branches.
The grassland was not peaceful.
The new home that the cold father's pack moved to was beside the river where all kinds of animals gathered.
Be it day or night, bloody battles always occurred.
The leader of the neighbouring pride, Bill, was patrolling the borders of the territory. He let out low and hoarse roars, as if he was warning the enemies.
The cold father did not dare to stay idle.
After resting in the grass for a while, he patrolled along the border and let out roars that echoed his neighbors' roars.
The roars of the two lions spread far and wide in the dark grassland.
In the distance, the outwardly fierce but inwardly shaky cries of hyena packs rang out.
They seemed to be provoking each other, but they went further and further away from each other.
A wandering lion passed by and did not dare to stop. He left in a hurry.
But.
