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Maysa raised her head from her front paws, having her several sounds coming from not too far away. Apparently, she had been far more exhausted then she had realized. Hunting and traveling by herself was really starting to wear her down. And she hated it. She dreamed of not having to do it anymore, or at least have a companion to help share the responsibility with. Gods to have some care for her again, to take care of her again. Pure unadulterated luxury. The mere thought made her sigh and close her eyes again in longing.

This life wasn't meant for her, but she wouldn't shame her ancestors by giving up. She would find her way. Somehow. Because no one else was finding it for her.

With that thought, Maysa stretched out and took a look at the sky. She really should start figuring out what she should be stalking to hunt down in a few hours. Possibly less. Or she would go without dinner. Not something she wanted to do. But large animals were scarce. That and really she didn't want so much food that she had to stuff herself not to waste a meal. Seriously, this entire experience was making her realize just how much another lion, lioness, or whoever would help having along. But there was no one but her. No one but spirits, ghosts, and two-legged hunters continuous haunting her thoughts for how much they had taken from her. But they weren't here to hunt down and they may never be. Maysa let that go, finished stretching, and sat up tall to start scenting out prey and looking for clues of where to find some meat.

And then she caught the scent of a predator. Male lion. Close by. As Maysa looked around for the lion, she had no idea what she should do. Her experiences with males were unpredictable. It was a fifty-fifty split between good and eh. Did she want to walk away now, stay where she was and see if the male even noticed her .... although that was a long shot considering her coat, or approach and meet this lion head on for better or for worse. At least this time she wasn't hunting and the prey was in threat of running away from her.

Maysa still hadn't caught sight of him yet, so decided to go about her business as if she hadn't scented him. Maybe he was napping. Sniff of the air. After eating a meal of something. Maysa definitely didn't want to wake up anyone from a nap. She didn't like it happening to her, and so she would start the beginnings of her own hunt as quietly and politely as she could. And maybe the prey would lead her away from the sleeping male.