Lusala was full. He'd hunted last night and managed to pull down an antelope. Currently he was relaxing in the soft grass and guarding his kill from vultures and any other creature that was overly interested. Of course he was too full to be really diligent. He just couldn't really bring himself to care too much about the remainder of his meal. Sleep was much more interesting.
He was dozing lightly when the vultures swooped in, apparently not seeing him in the tall grass, or just writing him off as a non-threat. Well, that wouldn't do, he was a threat, when he wanted to be. Standing and stretching with a tooth filled yawn he charged the vultures and scattered them. Lusala then went back to his sun spot and settled in for more sleepy blinking and dozing.
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