Fish Are Friends Not Food....Wait....

Since she was younger, Mlezi's mother had taught the girl how to hunt, patience being a big key to being successful. You would not achieve anything by rushing straight into a task, you had to calculate the possibilities. At the same time you had to come to terms with whether your mission had the chance to be successful or not. The lioness was thinking over these things when the animal spoke, the fact that she could somewhat understand them was sending confusion through her mind, ears rotating in annoyance. Here she thought she was hunting a prey item, but now she was realizing that she might have misidentified what it was. Great...

If it had not been for the tone the voice had spoken with, the lioness probably would have prowled over and try to drag the thing out, figure out what it was. However, because of the high pitch she would lift herself and pad over, eyes narrowed and focused on the hole in the ground as she maneuvered her way around and stopped in front of it. There she would stand in silence just staring at the hole with dark green eyes, grumbling on the inside at the loss of a meal. "Kuja nje kiumbe!" She roared low, coming out more so as a demand rather than a request.