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Waasi paced his small den, growling quietly to himself as he did so. This was insane. He had been the leader of the warriors in his pack before being abducted by those horrible females, and now he was alone, with no pack, with no friends, with literally no one but himself and his deceased meals. It was tough, and he hadn't realized it until he'd been on his own for nearly a year. He really needed to find some place to call home. Even in the old pack he'd escaped, he had been around other slaves all the time to combat the lonely feelings. Now...there was no one.

He snorted to himself for being so melodramatic and moved out of his den to go hunt. He needed something to eat, as he had gone the past few days on mice and carrion alone. He needed something big, fresh, and preferably still breathing at the moment. Licking his lips, he took a deep breath of air to try to scent any herds nearby.

It didn't take too long for Waasi to find food. Unfortunately, the food was moving very quickly in his direction. He had felt the ground tremble before he saw anything, thanks to the darkness, but he managed to climb up a little embankment by a river as the zebra thundered past. Carried on the wind they created with the smell of fear and blood. Someone had been injured. Curious, once they passed, Waasi followed the trampled grass.

He found the scent getting stronger as a light breeze picked up, and with the blood was another scent. Another hynea, alone, and a female. His ears pressed against his head and he narrowed his eyes, growling quietly to himself. Wonderful. He made sure to stay downwind as long as he could, finding the female with her feast just as the wind turned. He held his ground as he watched her lift her head and sniff the air. She knew he was there.

The night made his pale coat rather stark in the moonlight, his pale markings standing out better now than in the daytime when the sun blinded any who looked at him. There was an advantage to being so pale. Keeping his steps measured and his hackles raised, he approached the female with teeth bared.

"You'd do well to grab a leg and run off," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll be taking the rest off your paws." He had no problems getting into a fight for the food, and although he was smaller than the female, as was typical for their breed, he knew he could fight with the intensity to match his weight disadvantage.

Waasi held his ground as the female laughed. It was a tired laugh, though, not one of maliciousness or anger. He kept his head and tail high to assert himself, and when she lowered herself he knew he had won. Silly females...all alike. He fell upon the food she pushed towards him, not taking his light blue eyes off her darker red ones. Her words were teasing in a way, but also laced with a bit of danger that made him stay on edge.

The food silenced his stomach and he devoured as much as he could, even while the female examined the bones of the leg she had kept for herself. Lifting his head, his white fur now stained red, he let his teeth show. "That's rather presumptuous of you to think I owe you anything." Of course, it was rather presumptuous of him to come in and demand the food she had won for himself. Waasi continued to eat, keeping a wary eye on the female, before he slowly began to push the bones her way. If that was all she wanted...well. She'd be a rather easy pet to keep.

"What is your name, female?" he asked as he began to clean himself up, the rest of the carcass left for her or the carrion, whoever wanted it. He assumed she'd probably strip the bones of their meat at least. Why she was so fascinated with it he didn't care nor really want to know.

Waasi narrowed his eyes as he listened to the female. Her hissing voice was unnerving, but he didn't let it show. When she failed to answer her question, he reached out his paw to pull the bones back. "No name, then no bones," he said without much of a care in his voice. He settled down and took the femur bone between his powerful jaws and began to chew, little splinters of bone cracking under the tremendous force.

If she wouldn't play nice, then he wouldn't either. He licked his lips as a bit of marrow leaked out of the cracks, a satisfied look on his face. "Surely your name is worth these bones," he added. Her fascination with bones might be her weak point - she seemed obsessed with them as it was. Waasi went back to work after that, tilting his head a bit to let his back teeth dig into the bone, slowly crushing the end until a large chunk snapped off. He tossed it aside and began to lick the hollow inside, eating the marrow like the treat it was.

Waasi kept his eyes on the female as she moved slightly. She was bigger than him, which wasn't unheard of, and the look in her red eyes let him know that she wouldn't be an easy one to beat. He wouldn't back down, though. He'd been treated like dirt by females for long enough, and it was time to give as good as he'd been given.

"Mongra," he repeated, ears flattening against his head for just a moment. Her name. He'd remember that. Names were important if only because they helped you remember who you needed to get revenge on. He waited, though, holding his tongue, not responding to her baited questions. Instead he watched as Mongra tossed the bones into a pile and went to look at them as if they held the answers to the universe.

Curiosity killed the cat, but it also killed a dog or two from time to time. "What...can you see the future in those bones?" he asked before continuing to chew on the leg bone. He did push the others aside, though. He couldn't ruin all the bones, and this one was actually pretty tasty.

Waasi lifted a brow in surprise at how confident Mongra's voice was. She seemed completely sure of what she said. Glancing at the bones and odds and ends, he tilted his head this way and that, but he couldn't see any sort of shape representing gazelle, the time, or the direction. She was probably bluffing...

Her next words made his head snap up, his ears flat against his head. Sickened meat? He bared his teeth in a snarl, a low growl in his throat. Her smile did nothing to soothe his ruffled nerves and the hair along his back stood on end. "You little-"

He cut himself off, though. Waasi took a slow breath and focused on his stomach. Nothing seemed off so far, so if the meat was poisoned or sick in some way, it wasn't anything deadly. Surely he would have tasted it if it was bad. He may be sick later, but he doubted he'd die from it. Picking up the bone, he threw it into the pile of other bones and knickknacks, sending them sprawling out of the neat circle she had drawn, making a very nice mess.

"My name is Waasi," he growled as the bones and trinkets stopped their clattering. "And you will come to despise that name."

Waasi kept his distrusting gaze leveled at Mongra, blue eyes staring into red ones without flinching. His stomach did give an odd gurgle, but there was no pain as of yet. He looked at the leaves dubiously, but did take them. He didn't eat them, though, instead holding them lightly in his mouth between his teeth so his saliva wouldn't let the oils get into his mouth. He wasn't sure the leaves would help him, after all. They might be the thing that made him sick.

He followed the female after a bit of internal struggle. Waasi knew this would only lead to trouble, but he wanted to be the one to cause that trouble. Wait and make sure this meat wasn't going to be an issue, then continue his attempt on making her life miserable. Let her think she was in charge, then strike. It was all a waiting game, and if Waasi was one thing, it was patient.