Adapting
05-11-2015, 01:01 PM
The two lions would end up in a strange dance together. It was play-fighting at its finest. Which was something lions did, and he himself enjoyed it as it was something he hadn't done with one of his fellow kind. They were social animals, just as these wolves were, to be alone was a sad thought. It was even more depressing to like being alone in most cases, some sort of defect that many old males found themselves facing. As Hyder let a playful growl escape the back of his throat she would smack at him. Bring his paws up he stumbled backwards but at the same time jumped up and tried to grab hold of her shoulders his claws still in their protective casing as to not hurt her. Hyder would attempt to pull her onto him.
"Have I somehow caught the lady's interest now?" He would purr, his tail flicking underneath him. Shaking his mane carefully as to not smack her in the face with the glorious hair that he had. Hyder took pride in his rare appearance, while the white coloring could be common, his pink eyes, nose, and pawpads held a sense of dignity in himself. Something he hoped his future children would have the luxury of having. |