Give Me Your Time or I'll Take It

A man of little words. Naiche had no questions. As they neared the place where the lion would be, he veered away. The girl couldn't help but make a face at his retreating back. He was soooo annoying, but she'd brought it on herself simply to annoy him back. Double edged sword, so to speak.

There was a slight clearing ahead, she knew. The heavy breathing was getting louder and the stench of cat was thick enough to taste. Why did cats stink so much? Lions in particular. Dunkans jaguar was musky too. She was glad that Ashur always smelled nice.

Creeping up to the clearing, the cream and grey girl looked through the brush. The lion was there, laying on his back, huffing and groaning as he napped. His mane was sparse and he looked a little sickly. She was surprised that the lion didn't look as old as she'd thought it was. Oops. Well, it didn't change anything.

Looking across the clearing, she sought out Naiches form. The girl gave a single nod before leaping into the clearing and instantly sinking her teeth into the closet hind knee of the cat. Her claws bit in as well as she kicked ass and shredded.