Under the sun.
Little Curly Tail's brown fur was soft and full of luster.
His once weak body was now tall and strong, catching up to his father.
The most eye-catching thing about him was the thin and curled tail behind him.
When he ran out of the camp excitedly and came in front of the two wandering lions, the provocative roars of the two wandering lions immediately stopped.
They had previously seen the lion king here at the borders of this territory.
It was a tall and mighty male lion with a lush mane.
They had come here today to challenge the strong lion king, then occupy this territory and the female lions here.
However, why was a young lion that had yet to grow a mane running out?
Where was the strong lion king?
Just as they were feeling puzzled, the kid who came in front of them immediately bared his fangs and started provoking them impatiently, looking eager to fight.
This puzzled them even more.