The pale lion was out on his own for a change.
Usually he would follow the other males whenever they went out on a hunt, but he was feeling adventurous today. If he were to be honest, he was feeling a small amount of anxiety being alone, but he knew that he was a perfectly capable lion. He may not have the training and abilities of the warriors within his homeland, but he had been trained to be able to take care of and defend himself.
Males were at least trained to be smart on their paws and tough to beat while outside of the pride lands. Sniffing the air here and there as he walked along, he tried to pick up any scent that might lead him to something big enough to drag back home.
An antelope would be nice, or a big fat hog. He'd yet to be able to catch one on his own, they were so quick. He was a decent hunter, but he had yet to match the speed and wit of the creature.
Kivras
