Cat's Out of the Bag
Lunar
09-01-2020, 05:58 PM
Skælingr worked his way west through the dry, arid land of the Redwater Rocks. He was on the hunt for sheep with his wife, but so far they hadn't much luck. He settled down in a small spot of shade and yawned. "Let's rest a moment, love. The sheep may not grow active til later." He wasn't really sure, he was more a fighter and crafter than a hunter. However, with summer beginning to bloom it wouldn't surprise him if most wildlife was waiting for the fall of night or somewhere close. He'd been about ready to lay his head down to nap when a feeling of unease crept down his back. Something was amiss but he couldn't quite put his paw on it. A lion roared and Skælingr bolted to his feet. At first he didn't see the cat but as he peered around the rock formation he'd been resting near he saw a lioness attacking a young male. Aw hell… it had to be a cat! He charged forward, fangs latching onto the lion's tail. She flipped around, claws extended, just nicking his left shoulder as he let go and ran for it. "Speech" |