Today, however, it is Mbwene that quietly follows the gilded ivory princess. The wrinkled grey matriarch aimlessly shuffles through the underbrush, keeping a distance with a relaxed face offset by an hawk-eye stare that never leaves Safiri. ’Saf tired,’ was her single, lone thought to the ever-present, worried force that was Tembovu through their bond.
So the Elephant leaves his place with Rexanna, a brisk walk of long and ebony-stained limbs bringing him to his companion. Though his thick limbs do not stop alongside the small elephant—nor does he cast her a glance; no, his entire attention is focused on the small, porcelain girl whose skin is slumped against the rough bark of a tree.
Great head drops the moment he reaches his daughter, muzzle gently reaching out and aiming to brush against the slender ribs (—always checking for a heartbeat—) where her white marking met her shoulder. Flared, dark nostrils quickly breath in the sweet foal-scent of his sweetling child;
“Where are you going, binti?” despite the relaxed manner of his deep rumble, the Elephant could not entirely hide the worry that lined and clouded his black-marked face. Though he knew his daughter needed to get out of their cave-home, after watching his daughter struggle from birth, the paternal concern would never leave.
binti = shortened form of ‘princess’
@Safiri sorry this is like 2 months late, BUT I still 10000% want this thread and to thread them together <333