Eloran was ruminating as he patrolled. It wasn't as if their borders had to be guarded from intruders. That was one particular thing that was both welcome and frustrating to the big male. His job was to protect the pride from any rough-housing or trouble-making individuals. But everyone could come and go as they pleased, which was often. This made his job a sight harder. Granted, it wasn't even his season to be doing this, but he felt better occasionally padding along the borders and eyeballing those who were moving back and forth.
Today his mind wasn't so much on the job, though. It was on the lovely, bereaved Madakata. She still had that sad, haunted sort of look in her beautiful purple eyes sometimes. He knew she was happy with him, even though they hadn't actually declared anything openly yet. Perhaps that was what was truly troubling him. When was the right time to make his love for her public knowledge? His ears flickered as he thought, his eyes defocused. Perhaps... perhaps the Lovers Revelry? It seemed cliche, but appropriate nonetheless. He was in the middle of trying to envision how he would manage it when a flash of white against the green land caught his eye. Leaving his ruminations behind, he turned to pad towards the individual.
Lethrossen