Bashira had told him to stand guard in the area where they were suppose to be staying. When she says this, it's likely because she needed a temporarily leave to relieve herself from being tagged along with. He was the type of cheetah that when he spoke of loyalty, he was every letter of the word. She went out to probably search for a new area or hunt. Whichever it had been. He was going to be alone for a few days, but in those days. He needed to make sure it was 'THEIR' area, but like Bashira had been. He'd been drawn to rogues more often than not. Learning of them, though his morals were screwed up he still liked to meet them.
Sometimes, the rogue would leave them for dead while other times he would help them back to health.. It all depended on his 'feelings' for the day and who exactly he met. Let 'life' take them on..
He laid in the middle of the long grass... His form was laced out in to the grass, waiting for the breeze to hit his pelt and weave through it. He already knew how to be alone- so he decided to meditate before going off and scoping out the area for the night.. but right now. Relaxing and soaking in the last of the sun was way more important..
