
Gennadios usually liked to lounge over an old, dying tree, perfectly comfortable and lazy. He liked when he didn't have anything to do in a day. What he didn't like was being chased by an angry lion because he had messed with his lady-friend and he was super pissed off about it.
That was no fun at all.
He found himself hiding behind a bush, waiting for the danger to pass. The lion had given up on him a long time ago, but of course he wasn't aware of that. Carefully, he poked his head up above the lining of the brush, seeing no one around him. With more caution, he took a step out from his hiding spot, his ears pinned to his head as he limped from the location. great, now he had a nice gash on his hind quarters from the lion's brutal claws. Just what he needed.