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Arisia was happy to spend some time away from Bro'Dee. It wasn't that she hated the guy, but she felt like he was being too concerned with her and her well being, and not concerned enough with himself. He had been taking care of her since her fight with that horrible lion some weeks ago, and she was starting to see it had taken a toll on him. She could see he was tired, and he hadn't managed to eat much for himself over the long, painful days. All he had done was look after her, making sure she was comfortable and well kept. It was honorable, but he didn't seem to get that she worried about him just as much as he worried about her.

So now that she had regained most of her strength, she decided to return the favor to her pseudo father by trying to get some hunting in. A nice breakfast might help him feel a bit stronger himself, so they could both claim to be happy and healthy again.

It was the least she could do for all his hard work helping her out.

So she roamed through some tall grass, looking for anything she might be able to hunt down and kill without too much trouble. Though she was back on her paws, her full strength still hadn't returned. It would be some time before she was back to taking down big game again. A couple smaller things would fit the bill, though.

The leopard paused from her hunting when she scented the blood in the air, her gut reaction one of dismay. It was almost instinct to react poorly after what had happened to her, the female instantly thinking that Angusho had returned and was going to finish her off. Or perhaps he had found some other poor smaller animal to attack for no reason. Whatever happened, in her mind it had to have been horrible.

Still, her legs pushed her forward, her desire to help over-powering her fear. It would take more than fear to send her running. Her will power was just too strong to be broken. Cracked, maybe, but never shattered.

Bringing herself to the source of the scent, she discovered her fear had been unwarranted- it hadn’t been some attack against another lion, rather a hunt. A rather successful looking one at that. She frowned, wondering if she may have just pushed herself into a bit of trouble.

“Um, sorry,” she said lowly, watching the lion carefully, “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I promise I’m not here to steal your food.”