Phess was on a mission. But being out of the forest was foreign and strange and somewhat tiring. So instead of actively hunting about for someone, the middle aged leopardess was currently lapping up water from the watering hole. A slight distance away from her stood a carcass of what looked to be gazelle, half-stripped clean. Phess had been chubby, living in the forest, but now she was getting sleek again - not thin, nowhere near, but rounded rather than rotund.
Still, she was very full. Springing back into the deadened tree she was resting in, she debated a nap, eyes half-lidded. Hmm. A nap would be nice, yes. She stretched out, dragging her claws through the bark with a low purr. Mm. She was almost asleep, only the barest sliver of red irises visible, when a shining glinting...thing caught her eye. She couldn't resist a look.
Imagine her surprise when the shining object (whatever it was) seemed to be accompanied by a lion.
