Yareha had chased after the black-winged creature for as long as he could, but had been forced to stop. Firstly, he had been exhausted and thirsty. Secondly, and more importantly, he'd lost sight of the speck in the sky some time ago. However the rage running through his body had not permitted him to stop until that body itself gave out.
Now he was simply running and fuming. Not only at the red male who'd done this to him, but at the way he seemed to have lost all control over what he did. He'd managed to chase Latitare off before doing any major damage, but he did feel bad about the pulled feathers. Well, at least the eagle was faster than the lion.
Blue eyes narrowed as he saw something over the next rise. It was the right size and shape to be a lion, and he could feel the anger rise within, adding renewed energy to his legs. However, the white lion soon slowed as the figure became clearer.
It was a lioness.
Already Yareha could feel his anger fading, to be replaced by lust, the strength of which he hadn't felt in many long moons. His body reminded him that it had been quite a while since he'd spent any...quality time...with a lioness.
"Well hello there, lovely lady," the white lion purred as he came within speaking range.
