Athena growled at the wildebeast just for good measure before turning his attention to Zenobia. "You are quite welcome, and yes I did, but we should not let him in misery anyway... we can leave him until we are ready to go back and if he is not finished off by another predator, take him to the group." It would, in Athena's mind, serve the creature right for having gone after Zenobia. The thing had no right as far as the male lion was concerned.
Athena took the time to inspect Zenobia closely for any damage and licked her cheek when he was done. He found no evidence of damage, so he was satisfied with his inspection. He debated lecturing her, but no, it was not something he should do. It was not as if she could have avoided being attacked by the creature, being aware of it sooner probably would have just meant being attacked by it sooner. She had done nothing wrong.
"Come, let us have our meal, enjoy our company, and when we are ready to return to the others, we can check to see if this thing is still in misery." Athena turned and started to pad back toward the zebra he had taken down. It was just where he had left it. He glanced back over his shoulder to see if Zenobia was following. If she asked, he would kill the thing earlier, but he really would like it to suffer a bit, out of spite, because of it having gone after Zenobia. It was probably one of only a few rare moments of spite the lion had had in his life.
Athena took the time to inspect Zenobia closely for any damage and licked her cheek when he was done. He found no evidence of damage, so he was satisfied with his inspection. He debated lecturing her, but no, it was not something he should do. It was not as if she could have avoided being attacked by the creature, being aware of it sooner probably would have just meant being attacked by it sooner. She had done nothing wrong.
"Come, let us have our meal, enjoy our company, and when we are ready to return to the others, we can check to see if this thing is still in misery." Athena turned and started to pad back toward the zebra he had taken down. It was just where he had left it. He glanced back over his shoulder to see if Zenobia was following. If she asked, he would kill the thing earlier, but he really would like it to suffer a bit, out of spite, because of it having gone after Zenobia. It was probably one of only a few rare moments of spite the lion had had in his life.
