It has been a few moons since the neon blue lion met the dumb but gorgeous female in the rougelands. He was the one to hunt for them both since he didn’t quite trust Runi to catch something for the both of them. Well something suitable. However he would never say she couldn’t hunt, he would simply just say stuff like “But you to beautiful to get your paws dirty my beauty” or he would just go hunt before the sun rose and she would wake; much like today.
Kali had just returned from the rougelands dragging the limp gazelle he had clasped him his mouth, he canine teeth dug into the neck of the creature. It was barely dawn as the sun was just rising as he dropped the gazelle onto the hard dirt if the den.
Personally he didn’t like to share his food but to keep up his ‘appearance’ as a mate he thought it would be the most logical option. Beides as long as he did what Runi liked he would continue to get what he liked.
Kali had just returned from the rougelands dragging the limp gazelle he had clasped him his mouth, he canine teeth dug into the neck of the creature. It was barely dawn as the sun was just rising as he dropped the gazelle onto the hard dirt if the den.
Personally he didn’t like to share his food but to keep up his ‘appearance’ as a mate he thought it would be the most logical option. Beides as long as he did what Runi liked he would continue to get what he liked.
