Flaum

Flaum’s upbringings were similar to most male cubs. They had no place in the pride, therefore they were casted away. Flaum was no different, wandering aimlessly in search of a home, far too young to take care of himself.
At some point along the way, he came across a foul-smelling beast. A burly figure, a mighty male lion. His white, milky eyes seemed to look upon the young male with a sad expression, maybe it was pity.
Though the male was still somewhat startled by the undead male’s appearance, after a few grunts and nuzzles, the young male was renamed to Flaum and was now walking back with this Pride King named Matthias.

Admittedly, Flaum was grateful that the rest of the pride looked relatively normal. As he grew up within the pride, he didn’t take much of an interest in training or patrolling, preferring to stick around to help out the pregnant lionesses and dote over the cute cubs.

He enjoyed watching over the cubs so much that when he reached maturity, he built the courage to ask to stay within the Kinderzimmer to help and protect the mothers with their newborns.

Flaum: “Ich will auf die Kinderzimmer bleiben.”
Matthias: “…”
Flaum: “…”
Matthias: “…”
Flaum: “…”
Matthias: “OK.”
Matthias nods briefly and gives him a dismissive tail gesture before padding away.

And just like that, Flaum became the protector of cubs, and the submale of the Kinderzimmer.