They walked back to the cart as mheetu stepped over next to tojo and tama as they carried another large cloth.
"we need to escape and continue the fight against these mutts.", he whispered.
"i said less talk, more work!"
Meerkat, Warthog
Brasta of course said nothing, it wasn't like i had been expecting him to, and glanced over at tojo...or should i say kopa. the lion was talking to several of our pridemates outside the den.
Gay, Hyena, Lion, Lioness, Violence (Not In Yiff), War
_tiifu, zuri, mheetu, chumvi, kula, tama, tojo, _he thought, as watched his friends being led towards the gate, winching as he noticed that the males had been castrated.
"move!"
Amputee, Crossdressing, Diapers, Forced, Futa, Scat, Vore (hard)
We were cut off from the rest of the pride, our three surviving leaders brasta, strike, and tojo were nowhere to be seen (they were probably fighting with the other group somewhere else), and our own little band of fighters was rapidly thinning as lions and
Death, Feral, Gore, Hyena, Lion, War