Bug catching.You think someone like him wouldn't be interested in such an active sport, but the quiet little male was thoroughly enjoying himself, pouncing after the grasshoppers in the tall grass, only the flick of his tail occasionally visible.
The day was just starting, yet Busu was already wide awake, the signs of morning across the sky enough of a reason for him to stare at their color before he had been so rudely attacked by the creature he now chased with gusto.
But now it was getting aggravating, and the fur on his neck was starting to stand as he started to pounce more ferociously, slamming down his paws and hissing through his teeth every time he missed his target. A short growl found its way in the the other rumblings, and Busu had the little bug between his front paws before he knew what was going on.
So her stared....
And stared...
...What could he do with it? Let it go or keep it?
The thing squirmed and he winced at the prickly feeling on his pads, obviously not thinking fast enough for the bugs' taste. But still he held firm.
Contemplating.
Stalking. He was practicing his stalking for when he grew up to be the world's best hunter and lady killer. Oh, Tobi knew what kind of lion he wanted to be. He wanted to be that kind that had males and females falling, hopelessly, in love with him. He wanted them throwing themselves at his paws for him to give them the time of day. Tobi wanted to feel important and loved and respected. What he didn't know is with all that came a lot of pain.