Adapting
The low rumbles sent shivers down her spine, quite visible as it worked its way up her neck, giving a shake of her skull as she turned around to reface the male. Dark eyes held a degree of borderline lust and trouble-making intentions, morphing into adrenaline at Hyder's mighty roar to display his strength, lowering her front half and clawing the ground satisfied. “Baada njema...” (A good chase...) She growled, raking her claws towards herself, a smirk appearing across her features up until her body whipped around and disappeared into the grasses.
Mlezi bounded through the tall grasses of the plains, turning her head to the side to try and look over her shoulder, hoping the male had followed without hesitation. Her tests were nothing crazy, just a few simple tasks he had to complete before she finally decided if she would settle with him or not. But if he didn't follow, he would have failed one of them and she would feel like a complete fool pouncing around like a cub all alone.
Either way she would turn back around to focus ahead of her, paws dancing across the ground for a few bounds before hitting faster and harder like a drum. She would begin to run, keeping her chin tucked towards her throat to protect her eyes, trying to use her forepaws to part the grasses. She would move in a straight course at first, allowing the man to catch up, which shouldn't take too long. And when he would come up behind her a few paces the lioness made a sharp turn to the left, leaping across a puddle and sliding beneath an old fallen tree then continuing in a straight line once more. talk. think. you. |