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 Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:15 am
 Izdihar was trotting back to the pride as fast as she could, a rather plump hare hanging from her mouth. A rather larger Reaver had approached her and asked (practically barked) at her to fetch him something to eat. He had precisely told her that whatever prey she had bought back should be large. The hare was pretty big right?
The petite lioness was practically running at this point, not wanting the Reaver to yell at her for being so slow. But when she had reached the spot where she had last seen him, he was gone! She blinked a few times, scanning the area, and no one was in sight! Her ears drooped slightly, knowing she was going to get yelled at now, because it was her fault she wasn't able to find him.
But it wouldn't do if she was just standing here wasn't it? She walked around scanning the whole area repeatedly. He had asked her to meet her back here, but he wasn't here. What to do...
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:05 am
 Voldemaras lay on his side, grooming his paws idly. There was a pesky bit of Freeborn under his claws that he had to work to dislodge. His barbed tongue worked carefully around the sharp points to achieve that end. The Freeborn boy would have to get better, Vol thought to himself. He was getting tired of cleaning him out of his claws.
He looked up from his paws and noticed one of the pride's Thralls walking around looking lost. She carried a hare in her teeth he noticed. Who was she looking for, he wondered. Hers was a familiar face and form, but she was only a Thrall. Vol couldn't really be bothered to remember her name. It started with Iz, he thought. Or maybe it didn't. Maybe it started with Dar.
"You," he said, addressing her and assuming she would know that, "look like an idiot. Where are you supposed to be?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:26 am
Izdihar jumped, not expecting to hear a voice. Well...she probably did look dumb to someone else. Dropping the hare to the ground, she gave him a small bow before she spoke, "U-um...I'm supposed to be here...but the other Reaver disappeared..." she said softly, not knowing how to explain her predicament without disrespecting the Reaver she was looking for, "H-he asked for food and told me to meet him back here, b-but he's gone..."
The lioness kept her golden eyes downcast, expecting some sort of scolding for being incompetent. She usually got something like that for a lot of the things she did.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 7:46 pm
Vol glanced at the hare she'd dropped and frowned. He wasn't frowning at the Thrall, actually, though it may have seemed that way. He was more frowning at the waste it represented. Obviously the Reaver she'd been speaking to before had forgotten, or else lost patience and found his own dinner. Either way, time and resources had been wasted.
"Well, someone ought to eat it, rather than have it go to waste," Vol said. "You can have it if you want."
It wasn't really an act of generosity on Vol's part, offering her the hare. He really just hated to see things wasted like that and he wasn't hungry himself. He had eaten well earlier in the day and probably would not need to eat again for at least another day. Besides, if he got hungry he could always lick between his toes and under his claws for a little taste of Ruzanski. He chuckled to himself at the thought, indifferent to how the Thrall might interpret his mirth.
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