Giant amber paws padded through the grass of the sand. He was quite intent upon seeing the far reaches of his Empire, and it seemed this place too held the hot barred lands of desert. He was not unused to the dry air of the hot places, though he would hardly traverse the thing during the day. The sun was beginning to get a bit to high for him to complete his exploration of dessert. What he was not expecting was to come across the borders of a wolf's territory. It was marked much the same as a cat's, but was completely canid. He was glad for his paws to be off of the warming sand and back into grass, he wondered if he'd be caught by the sight of a pack member while skirting the borders. With the grass being so tall he doubted that anyone could see his excellently camouflaged coat. Speech,

She was young and rather fragile, although Vyvienne would never let that hold her back. Instead she would progress onwards through the world, large for her age, the oldest surviving child of her litter and the largest one as well. This produced a certain arrogance, a certain demeanor that only aided her possessiveness. It also made her reckless, unable to fathom that anything in this earth could possibly pose a threat to her. Thus, she did not mind leaving her mother?s side, leaving behind her family for the time being.

Although, she supposed, she ought to guard them. They were hers after all, and what was hers needed protection to insure it remained hers. Although Vyvienne was beginning to realize that nobody would possibly challenge them for her, or perhaps if they did it would merely allow her to teach a lesson she was all too willing to teach. Even in her youth the thought produced a wicked grin, kissing the corners of her mouth as she continued her exploration.

She gave pause for a moment, collapsing rather clumsily as her acidic gaze landed upon a mushroom. Tentatively, the babe would bite at it, instantly spitting it out as she found the taste foul. What the fuck was this shit? How dare it taste foul to her! Didn?t it know who she was? Clearly, it didn?t deserve to be hers, it didn?t deserve to be her food. She would eat only that which was top quality, for now that included that which came from the breast of her mother. During her distress, the child neglected to notice the cat nearby, dull senses preventing her from realizing the lurking danger.

.ooc. this'll be set before my other thread "decisions decisions" He did not have to travel far to encounter the form of a pack wolf, though what he found was not quite what he had in mind. A tiny wolf, quite miniaturized, was lounging before a rather vile looking mushroom. He visually cringed and let a look of disgust fall upon his features. The she pup had the same idea as he, her tiny muzzle would free itself of the particles. A chuckle couldn't be contained and was let loose of his rumbling chest. He would emerge from the grass, with innocent malice towering above the tiny wolf. Surely you will think twice about the next mushroom you eat? Deep lyrics resonated from Vask's giant form, he let himself fall gently onto to the earth, wondering how the child would react to meeting a giant cat. A half grin would rest on his ink and gold muzzle. Speech,