[PRP] Dependent on Kind Strangers

[SpaceSalt]

Hunger rumbled at the pit of Zari's stomach as she delicately stalked around the fragrant new territory and its plant life. It had taken her too long to get up the nerve to venture into more lively hunting grounds and now that she was padding in soft grasses and hearing bird cries, she grew restless.

Too restless to make a respectable effort, at the very least.

For a lioness of her skill level in basic survival, it would've been smarter to wait around. Find slower, sicker prey. And she knew that because that was how she had fed herself this long, scrounging at the low hanging and easy marks. But she was hungry now, and in no small part due to her skittishness when it came to travel. Hunger easily gave way to impatience.

Impatience gave way to moving too quickly and getting only a mouthful of tail feathers for all of trouble. She was still coughing ans spitting the feather spins from her teeth as she heard wings of the whole flock flapping and moving away and she dropped to her haunches and lowered her head.

At first it seemed like sulking, but her brow was knitted into an expression of furious concentration at the ground as if the fixed point in space she was staring at would yield an epiphany if she glared at it long enough.

Lithiasaur

DID THE THING

 

[Lithiasaur]

Carneli

Ulfric was not a nice lion. He was a rather dangerous one, in fact, and he took pride in his strength. He had joined his pride, the Stormborn, to prove his strength and to work his way up to a position that reflected it. He was not without his methods, though, and he did not slaughter without reason. He did not wound without cause. He was not out there to start random fights and get himself killed in something pointless, that no one would ever remember.

No, he was building a legacy, and he was not going to stop until everyone knew his name.

He paused when he saw some birds flitting away in a hurry. He followed the trail of their feathers and the path they had taken down to spot a lioness in the distance, growling. He was out here to complete more tasks to prove himself as a member of his pride, to bring things back to his home. He was not much for taking lions back as slaves, against their will, and often settled for defeating challenging opponents in battle and taking their tails as trophies.

Moving toward the lioness, he saw the expression she was making a grunted.

"Pouting will not catch you a meal."