Rhino What You're Thinking...

Minding his own business was the reason the greyscale waif was still alive, given the family he was in. However, the sight of a handful of wolves giving chase to an adult rhinoceros was too interesting to ignore. With very little regard for whether or not he was welcome, he kept getting closer and closer. Curiosity killed the cat, but he was not a cat, so that saying didn't apply. There was a cat in the hunting party, though. A very. Very. Big cat. Hopefully it was going to stay focused on the rhino, because he was not likely to survive an encounter with the lion otherwise.

Once he was within a stones throw of the chase, passing right by him, he couldn't help himself. Off the young male went, finding a spot in the chaos of voices and paws and bodies that suited him. He didn't even have to take anything with him, this was valuable learning experience. Tongue lolling from the side of his open maw, an unmistakable grin painted across his delicate features. He was a cog in the larger machine of the hunt, and he was loving it.

"Nimbus"