- Tahir was perched on the edge of a shallow gorge, his eyes affixed on the scene below him. Nothing terrible interesting, but it involved lions, and knowing the secrets of more powerful beasts was always a good advantage to have. Someone was shouting about something (cubs? Mates? cheating, dare one say?) while the other growled and grumped and lashed about. A pair of males, clearly looking ready to gouge one another’s eyes out. What a pity. Tahir’s entertainment would be over much too soon.
The wolf strained his ears to hear, shutting his eyes against the sight as if that would help his other senses. He himself didn’t move a muscle, his breath was quiet and shallow. He was a scrawny, pathetic thing, hardly a fight for a single lioness, let alone two brutish males. No, he had to be perfectly quiet, perfectly still. Then, perhaps, if he’d gained any information of note, he’d make himself known.
Scandals were few and far between in the rogue lands. Few had close enough ties to start them, but when they did come about, Tahir came scrounging like a jackal to carrion. One never knew what sort of information one might dig up, and blackmail was a far better weapon than tooth or claw to one such as Tahir.
He still needed himself a protector out here in the savannah, and he’d been searching vigilantly for the last fortnight with little luck. Maybe he needed some nasty piece of gossip to get himself started.
“We’ll see,” he whispered, hushed under his breath.
