Punk Frog

In the middle of a misty night, far out from his pride sits this king. On the outskirts on Hyena territory is where he often resides in a small, netted off area besides one of the only standing trees. Hyena know not to venture there in fear of the python, who he has become acquiantenced to.

You decide to approach this recluse, making yourself known before approaching with small chirps. He peeks his head around and waves you in. "Shouldn't you be asleep with your pride somewhere?" You dodge thequestion and instead as the strange lion for his name. He glances off to the side, somewhat embarrased and says, "Frog... My Great Grandpaw REaLLY liked frogs so.... yeah."

You hold back a chuckle, Frog could tell. He rolls his eyes and strikes up conversation. Before you know it, the entire night has passed. Time seemed to fly in each other's company.