Mto hissed after him as he took off. She wasn't one to chase down anything she had no intention of eating, and cannablism wasn't her thing. She'd just wanted to sleep. Now she could. Problem solved.
The lioness growled to herself and just lay where she'd once stood. Forget dens, forget caves. She was going to take a nap, here and now, and pity to the fool who dared try to prevent it. An hour later Mto awoke from a dream of an annoying male with too many markings and a lioness with a high-pitched voice reuniting.
What had she done to deserve this?
