Damn right it is. And Izinyembezi took it to heart.

So she went into the village to look for her children, and when she entered the village, the people stood in fear of her fangs. But as they stood in defense, they saw the tears that stained her cheeks. They stopped to ask the reason, and when she told them she was searching for the man who'd stolen her children, they lowered their spears.

And so Izinyembezi went through the village, through every home, and wherever she went and told her story, the men that feared her lowered their spears. Until finally she heard a cry that led her to the home of that poor sucker who'd stolen her kids.

[He grins almost wickedly.]

Izinyembezi found him and took him down quick. And while the hunter lay pinned under her claws, he cried out to his fellow men for help.

But everyone who'd heard Izinyembezi's cry turned their backs on 'im, and let Izinyembezi make her kill.

When she reunited with her kids, they'd gone and cried themselves tear stains, too. And no matter how much they kissed the tears from each other's faces, the black marks remained.

In her kids, and her kids' kids, and every last cheetah born after that.