Take Shelter

Another rumble of sultry laughter resonated from her chest, as Laney fumbled over her words and went straight to work. Azoula watched her with a careful eye- analyzing her motions, assessing for faults, and allowing her to complete the task. She weaved the branches together into a lattice-like structure. One that would hold together nicely, and allow the massive leaves to fan out above their heads. Reclining onto her haunches and then her belly, Azoula propped herself up on an elbow and started to clean one of her paws- tongue caressing her paw pad delicately, ridding it of any debris, before she moved up to her forearm.

Once the canopy was woven, Laney looked to Azoula for validation- unease written on her face, and lacing her tone. Looking up, she inspected the canopy. Pleased with how intricate the braiding was, and how well it covered their little abode. “Mmmm, it will suffice.”  She said in between licks, finishing the cleaning of her foreleg. “But I can’t sleep on the cold, hard ground.”  And then the tigress stood up- sauntering towards a denser portion of foliage in the near distance. It was a straw-like plant- pampas grass, if she remembers correctly. “We will collect these to lay on- and then, our shelter will be complete.”

”Speech”