The day was new, the birds were singing and
Vestip wanted no part of it. The large, young adult shuddered and curled up tighter in his makeshift den. He wanted to sleep longer, to be lazy. But he couldn't. He had things to do today, places to go. Where, he wasn't sure, but he wanted to wander around. Right now, he found himself close to a pride of lions, but he didn't know what pride it was, nor did he really care. The air the pride gave off was carefree and easy, not exactly something for him. Besides, he'd seen lions closer to his color a bit north from here.
Either way, it was time to hunt something for breakfast, but he had to cross into the lands in order to do that. He saw the watering hole when he emerged from his den, started at the gazelle there and whined. Why in the pride? Why not out here? "Snake again, it seemed," he huffed out, turning his back towards that watering hole and then shuffled away.
Despite himself, he stayed close to the line of the pride and the Rougelands; the guards watching him closely, making sure he didn't cross into their territory. He growled at them a couple of times, probably a bad move, but he didn't like being stared at.