Teenage Wasteland

Splat.

"ACK! Oh -- come on!"

To an observer, there was something rather humorous about the teen lion's embittered call coming out from under a face full of mud. But as far as Nuka was concerned, it was the cherry on top of a lousy day. Though by the mercy of his parents he had been momentarily relieved of his babysitting duties, he was instead put up as a sentry.

A sentry.

And here he didn't think it was possible to could go any lower.

This must have been punishment of some sort -- he was sure of it. Mother dear had mumbled something about the hunting party and staying put before departing, sister and termite in tow. Whatever Scar was up to was entirely unimportant. The prince was left by his lonesome; sweaty and thirsty, black tangle of a mane looking more bedraggled than ever. 

It was when he had left his position in pursuit of a drink (and a better way to spend his time) that he encountered the weird elephant -- or rather, the weird elephant encountered him. Rubbing the muck from his face revealed a strange beast; it reeked of familiarity, but was foreign to him all the same. He shrugged off the embarrassment, and started back on his way.

"Watch your aim next time, huh?" he bristled.

Nuka gave it one last look over his shoulder, and stopped. He knew the creature didn't mean it. It looked apologetic, all things considered. But there sure were a lot of freaky factors to its appearance. No pachyderm he knew of in the savanna had such long, pale fur, or huge curvy tusks.

...Then again, he didn't know many pachyderm to begin with.

He turned back to face her, curiosity in his features replacing annoyance. This did little to stop his big mouth from continuing to run.

"What kind of an elephant are you?" The question was sincere, if blunt. "You're so... hairy."