It was nearly impossible in the waning moonlight to tell what color fur the lion usually had. Soft blues and bright yellow were completely obliterated by a more than generous coating of mud.
And Koa couldn't be happier.
The young Guard was just beginning to learn the tricks of the trade, and every night he was even more pleased with his choice of careers. Not to mention there was none of this "young lady" s**t. He still had to go when called a "lioness" but it was a tiny irritant, lost in the greater pleasure of being good at something.
