A stupid tune to a stupid song ran through this lionesses head as she came back from a fruitless hunt. She had been hunting a herd of zebra with a few new foals in it, but a pack of hyenas had proven too much for the lioness to take by herself. She had a few cuts to prove it on her face and back, but nothing deep. Just superficial scratches that bled more than they should. Avonlea was not at all pleased with herself. The shame of being beaten by hyenas hung heavy upon her shoulders. It was her own fault, she knew it, but she silently blamed the hyenas anyway. Golden eyes winced as she stepped wrong in a hole in the grass that she didn't see and down she fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Brilliant. Just freaking brilliant. That is just what I needed on top of everything." Her voice was obviously female, but a bit huskier than what she was used to hearing. It sounded as though she had swallowed gravel or some bones cut her throat. The liones got to her paw again with a little grunt and shifted it from side to side, testing out her wrist and nodded. Good, it wasn't broken or sprained, just a bit sore. "Stupid hyenas!"
