
Koko had been in the roguelands for the past couple of days. He had been in the same area of the past half a day. He had been in the same spot for the better part of six hours. He had been lying on his side after getting attacked by a small band of rogue lions for at least one hour.
And finally, he seemed to realize he was injured.
".... Ow," the lion moaned lowly, sitting himself up after having been splayed out in the dirt, his long fur peeling off the ground as though it were stuck to it. He frowned, looking himself over sluggishly. His had a few gashes here and there, though most of the wounds looked much worse than they actually were. It seemed, thanks to his thick fur, that a lot of the vicious attacks had not been very deep, in the end. Still, they certainly hurt now that he seemed to be aware of them.
But it would be another couple of minutes before he tried to tend to them.
Velveteen Angel