Aryaisha was padding silently though the tall grasses of the savanna. He was hunting for himself and Faina but so far no luck. At least here he had more cover to hunt where as the last place they were was mainly rock and scrub. The edges of a desert is not really the best place to hunt or live which is why him and his mate moved deeper into the grasslands. He knew that Fara hoped that this 'greener' area would make a better home and Ary hoped so too but so far he found that game is, while more abundant, is a bit harder to catch. Ary was built more in the style of ambush rather then chasing but that seemed to be what he had to do the last few attempts.
With a sigh and a glance at the sun's position Ary searched for a place to rest. In the hot noonday sun hunting was nearly impossible and entirely stupid for the darker colored lion to do. He did not begrudge Faina remaining behind by the stream they found, she would have had even worse luck then he was having. He smiled as he thought of the first time he tried to show Faina how to hunt. It ended with them just playing around.
