I Am Weary, Let Me Rest

Walk | Talk | Think

He had become momentarily distracted but as his gaze came back her way he seemed to reflect a little disappointingly upon his answer before he spoke. No other cougars. That was not the news she had been expecting to hear, and certainly it showed. Her golden amber eyes blinked and her wary expression blanked with surprise. "Oh," came her simple answer, her gaze drifting away from the large striped cat and downward as she considered what this meant for herself. No other cats with whom she could make friends with, no one to hold a sort of camaraderie against all the wolves who surrounded them. One of a kind.

If this was true, it was unsurprising that this poor cat - a tiger as he called himself - was also alone. She did not meet his green gaze as she answered, "No, I haven't," tone lowering apologetically, even guiltily though it was entirely out of her control. It was bad enough that she was completely alone, but now someone else had to share in that sense of estrangement as well. No wonder he had been so shockingly happy to see her.

A distracting noise from his middle drew her attention and he confirmed what she had suspected it was. The great beast was hungry, and if this weather was making things difficult on her then she could only imagine how it was affecting him. It was so tiring just catching a little snack let alone something big enough to pose as a good meal. "I was," she stated with a small nod of her head, "Though I didn't get to see exactly what it was. Probably a hare with how fast it was moving." Skimming her eyes across the large form of the tiger, she doubted something so little as a hare would make much of a meal for him. He would need something with more substance.