One man, a hunter, felt just the same way. A real lazy jackass who liked to spend his time down at the river rather than join his pride in the hunt.

He watched those little guys every day, and eventually, his jealousy got the better of 'im. Figured, hey, if these cheetahs were so good at huntin', he could train one to hunt on his behalf.

So he waited until Izinyembezi had her cubs hidden and snagged all three of 'em right out from the den, figuring three heads would end up better'n one.

And when Izinyembezi came back with her kill, all three of her cubs were gone. And she wept. That mother cried for her children for days, wandering without hunting, wailing from sunup to sunset.

Now, one of the old heads in the village heard Izinyembezi belly-achin' out there on the plains, and struck out to find out what could make a beast cry like that. And when Izinyembezi told that old man what the hunter'd done, of course, he was mad, too.

Izinyembezi, he tells her, you have your claws and your fangs, and now, you have your tears. Go and claim your children again, and no one who hears your cry will stop you.

[Leona raises a brow, watching Azul for his reaction.]