Romping through the pride's lands, Risasi couldn't help but smile. The sun was shinning, and he hadn't heard or seen any demons yet. That was how things should be, he just knew it. He was proud of the big lions that kept the days like this, like his mother. He only hoped that his fear of demons didn't keep him from helping make the sun shine with her.
His eyes swerved, and he spotted a dull green grasshopper, extending its stay on a small rock for a little too long. His torso leaned down in a crouch, and he slowly crept towards it, preparing for a pounce. It was easy for him to 'fight' things like this; demons, on the other hand, scared him to death.
