Strong Enough

Balthier and Azzurra had traveled far from Abaven, hopping from island to island and sometimes camping off the coast of the mainland. Hunting seemed more difficult these days with the moon on the horizon, keeping the air chilled and most prey either dying from the plague or lack of food and energy.

He was travelling more inland to find a meal when he came across the falls, an eerie silence surrounding him other than the rush of the water. Just as his nose lifted to sense the air, a lioness leapt off the ground behind him and attempted to hop onto his hind quarters though with the falling leaves it was easy to hear and sense the cat on it's paws. Balthier spun around, facing the rather large lioness without getting struck. This was a new experience for him.

"Balthier"