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 Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2011 9:33 pm
 Esimtoti loved wandering in the rocky foothills of the mountains. He was young, and simple, and he enjoyed simple things. Right now he was hunting for some nice smelling plants to put around the little hollow where he slept.
Carrying things like this was tricky when the only thing you could grasp with was your mouth, but Esimtoti found a way to carry everything by slinging a vine around his body, which he had painstakingly woven through a bark tray. The little tray already had a few flowers on it, pulled up carefully with their roots intact. He hoped they would take in the soil, but it was very rocky there and he didn't know much about what plants really needed. At least they would brighten the place up a bit.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 5:38 pm
 It wasn't often that Mkimya decided to venture beyond the herd (or pack lands, according to the dogs) lands. Leini, her dog partner and best friend often traveled close, skirting the edges of the pack lands and staring out into the open spaces.
She was sure that the younger female was looking for her lost son. Leini's loss of her son was a devastating blow on the young mother, so the dog kept searching, hoping the young boy would come by the lands.
But that was not why Mkimya was out here today - oh no. She wanted to live again, to spring free from predators like she once had, taunting them with her speed. It made her feel excellent, but she supposed that lack of adventure was not the only thing that made her leave.
She was the sole Klipspringer in the Dog and Hyena herd, after all. While normally she felt alright in the packs, she was beginning to feel a bit lonely with being the only prey animal. Of course, she could go back, but where was the fun in that.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 7:57 pm
Esimtoti was rather surprised to see another klipspringer out in the rocks, as he had been in the area for a few weeks and had yet to meet any of his own kind. Nor was he expecting to meet a lone female, if anyone.
He watched as she ran, leaping among the rocks, and paused in his gathering to admire her. Small though they were, he had never known another species as graceful as his own. He decided to risk some conversation.
"Good afternoon, miss! Lovely day, isn't it?"
He shouted to make sure she heard, and hoped she would turn and talk to him. Lack of conversation was something he missed about herd life.
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