Under the sweltering african midday sun, a black-pelted cheetah really couldn't do much. Hunting was out of the question, as the mere act of walking in the sunlight threatened to overheat him, so running at top speed would certainly mean a quick and untimely end. And death by sun was just downright embarrassing.So Jii, true to his habit, had found himself a nice, shaded spot to hide from the sun, and tried not to go insane from boredom by counting the flies that tried to land and sip up the precious moisture from the corners of his eyes and his sweaty flank. Occationally he tried a lazy swat at them with his thick tail, but really, even that effort took something out of him. He heaved a sigh and let his red eyes gaze out at the still waters of the watering hole, a mere leap from his current position under some rather lush shrubbery. Maybe he should go and replenish his fluids. Nobody else seemed to be around right now, after all, and later might be too late.
With a silent curse under his breath, Gahiji stretched languidly to try to get some life into a body that had been prone for too long, and swore again as he stepped out of the protective shrubbery and the sun hit him like a pouncing lion from above. He'd have to be quick about this.
