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Serru, ever the wanderer, was unaware if he'd entered upon a pride's lands. It'd been a day or so, and he'd smelled plenty of lions, but seen none. No one had come to scare him off, yet, so they must not be too worried about intruders.
Well, if this was a pride at all.
He figured he'd just cross on through this territory and onto whatever was next beyond it. And because no one had crossed his path, he figured it was safe to hunt. As the sun was setting, he managed to catch a hare off guard and made it his dinner. It was a portly little fellow, probably explaining why it had been so easy to catch. He had leftovers, and carried them with him, half of the hare swinging from his jaws.

It was night, now, and he continued walking through the lands. His dark coat allowed him to blend in to the inky blackness. Well, apart from his pink stripes, a gift from his father. He still considered himself alone when a sigh manifested from seemingly nowhere. He stopped dead in his tracks, and whipped his head around wildly. Not wise with half a chubby hare in your mouth. It hit him on the side of his face, smearing it with some blood. He pulled back his lip as a reflex, grossed out by the happening and he moaned, apparently being distracted from what had brought that on in the first place.

He took another couple of steps before he stopped again. He could hear breathing, he could almost swear to it... Serru placed the hare at his feet and tentatively spoke, "Hello...?" He wasn't sure what he was hoping for. No response could mean no one was there or they intended violence. But a response could also be very dangerous.