going in circles

He had settled on the tiny island for the time. His fur long and luxurious, doomed by the swim ahead if he crossed. He'd be licking salt out of it for months, and look like a drowned rat for almost a day until it dried. It was why the island, bountiful in it's harvest had been a nice choice until he really needed to go. That being said he was out, not exactly hunting but definitely hungry. His nose daintily touching leaves and taking in scents. The tom wasn't about to take on most of these scents alone. Serpent, pig, deer and even bird, the island was cloaked in them. But one, one stands out. A musk, unfamiliar and dangerous in its nature.

His eyes narrow and he goes into a stealth mode. His body dropping and paws taking him in a hunters stalk after it. His eyes catch the sight before him after a few moments tracking. Feline. Large, with a white mane. But were those spots and stripes? Male for sure with a mane like that. His body stays low as he moves to cloak in the long grasses. The lion across the clearing with donkeys between them. It seemed the other was hunting them. A glance to the unsuspecting donkeys and a smirk touched his lips. How irked would another be if someone smaller was able to just walk through the herd? He'd done it before. He moved slowly, uncrouching and out into the light. He moved to be close to the donkeys and hopped onto a stump only to sit and start grooming his paw. His eyes were on the other. Though to be fair he was also interested to see how another feline would handle this. His ear flicked as the Donkey that did notice him dropped its head and went back to grazing. How silly of the creature.

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