The lion wildly shook the leaves from his thick and course mane, but resorted to grooming when it became clear some of the pestering twigs and debris were reluctant to come loose. He was unused to this more plentiful, vegetated terrain, having come from a home more akin to the desert. In fact, he couldn't tell how far he'd come or even what direction he was headed, to be honest. The only direction he was concerned about was away from the sun. It was was sinking gently down the sky, cooling off the air remarkably which was blessing to say the least.
About the time the lion thought he had himself cleared, he felt a forceful yank as the sensitive hair just behind his ears were snagged by a hanging tree thicket. With an irritated roar, the lion yanked it away to see cream colored hair blowing in the wind. With a low, angry growl, he decided that was enough travel for one day. He began scouting out a comfortable, hidden spot around a thick and tall tree. It didn't smell of anyone else, or at least recently which was reassuring.
The sun was near dusk then, as he flopped to the ground with a sigh of comfort, one paw dangling over his snout to hide his eyes from the remaining light.
