Flip the Script

He was still inflated from the encounter he had with the mountain lion. Shaye had been badly injured, but the boy couldn't have given less interest in her injuries. Noir didn't really do gratitude, not that he understood what Shaye had sacrificed to begin with. He just knew that he had chased it from the territory (and would have done more had shaye allowed it.) The young prince held his tail and head high as he made his way down the bank of the river.

Deep down he was hoping he might encounter the lioness again. Yeah he had a good story, but there wasn't any proof of what he'd done except a few tufts of fur the cat lost during the scuffle. Noir had been careful to gather up all of them.

The scattered tufts were laid out before him. The boy sat with his tail around his huge paws as he stared at his prize. He couldn't help but be annoyed he didn't have the whole carcass.