Cajanic
Velum picked between her teeth with a sharp claw and sighed. Around the lioness were small bones from a hare she'd eaten. It wasn't much, and she hadn't been eating all that well lately. Honestly, it was her own fault. She'd never been too great of a hunter because she always counted on others, and in the event no one was around to hunt for her, she'd complain for days until she was driving to actually... ugh... work. When she was forced into hunting, her lack of practice usually led her to working harder. The lioness tossed her hair tuft and rested her head on a nearby stone. She considered hunting to be beneath her, like she deserved more because of her gorgeous coat. But even for the most beautiful of lionesses, life was not fair. She sighed again and scanned the tall grasses for a sign of someone she could vent her problems to.
