Kuhesh snarled at the hare, which lay cowering in a ball at his feet. His growl rose to a roar, and he raised a paw with claws bared. The hare cried out and bolted away into the brush, likely into a hole to cower out of sight. The black and cyan lion dropped his paw and snorted after the runt. The loss of the possible meal didn't bother him; he hadn't been hunting. The pitiful creature had simply had the bad luck to be sitting in his way when he was in a hurry. And rather than do the sensible thing and move, it had cowered. Pathetic.
He marched on through the tall grass-it parted before him like water, and he caught the light breeze's scents. There was a pride nearby...but it didn't smell like his pride. This was all that damned Imiwa's fault...he grumbled, because that meant it was equally his fault now. His soul was whole, he had to figure, because the law had always been that if a split-soul (for that was what twins were called in his home) didn't become joined again within a year of becoming adults, both would die. And that meant that the cowardly twin's half was his now too. Well, he'd discipline his spirit better. He'd always been the smarter, stronger, more loyal...the better of the pair.
His twin had run away from home, and gotten him lost in the process of finding him again. He never HAD found the twin but...well he wasn't dead, so Imiwa must be. It was his duty now to return to his home and face the punishment for not having a piece of his brother's physical body to show for his travels. He hadn't thought of what to do about that yet. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing that for now he was lost.
