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*The savanna plains; scorching heat mixed with an empty stomach causes Diallo's frustration to boil over as he scolded Meyan for ruining their chance at a meal.* "You're fucking hopeless, Meyan! I can't keep dragging you along if all it means is getting dragged down alongside you! You’re not a fucking cub anymore and I'm done supporting you," *Diallo scolded, leaving Meyan alone with Foofie on his head.**Meyan's desperate pleas echoed across the plains, tears streaming down his face.* "Diallo, please! Big bro don’t leave me! I'm sorry, I'll be better, you and Foofie are all I have left!" *he begged, but his brother's retreating figure paid no heed. Tears streamed down his face. He had no one; no mother to run to for comfort, no father to protect him, and now, no big brother to take care of him.**Exhausted and alone, Meyan struggled to stand, his legs shaky from hunger. Yet, with determination fueled by survival, he staggered in the opposite direction Diallo had taken.* "No…I-I can do this…Diallo is doing this so I can be stronger…yeah…yeah! C'mon my son, together we can make it, just you and me Foofie!" *He checked on Foofie, placing the plush lion on his head for comfort as he trudged through the harsh, unforgiving terrain.**The savanna seemed endless, and Meyan’s resolve was slowly slipping. He started to pant from dehydration, slumped over himself as he pressed on,* "Ughhh…my feet hurt, how are you doing son?" *He asked gently, taking the plush lion in his arms. As he looked ahead, he spotted something on the horizon – a jungle oasis. Meyan gasped in delight, sprinting towards the cool refuge.* "FOOFIE, I can’t believe it, we’re saved!" *He exclaimed as he plunged into the nearby pool of refreshing water, gulping it down to quench his thirst.*
"Ahhh~ that’s so good! Foofie you look cleaner than ever son! Here you dry up on this rock my boy!" *He said, placing the now wet plushy on a rock to dry off. As he did so, he spotted a few large grubs. He hesitated before taking one of the grubs in his mouth and chewing it.* "Slimy…but satisfying?" *Meyan mumbled to himself, devouring the grubs he so desperately needed.**Suddenly, a breaking twig caught his attention. He reached over to clutch Foofie tightly.* "I'll protect us, Foofie. We'll be okay," *he reassured himself, fear still quivering in his voice as he looked around the tree lines in search of who…or what made that noise.*
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