Beyler was out doing his job... hunting. He did his best not to feel rather blah about it, but in truth, he felt his life had come to a rather lackluster climax and wasn't likely to get much more interesting. He'd spent his cubhood trying frantically to look after his many sisters. When they'd grown and begun doing their own thing, at first he'd nearly pulled his mane out keeping tabs on all their shenannigans. But now, everyone was well into adulthood and had their own lives... they really didn't need him looking after them, he had to admit. But what did that leave
him with?
He gave a great sigh as he padded into the jungle to scour the raised areas for possible prey. Who would want the likes of him for a mate? He just wasn't exciting, or especially handsome, or excellent at anything in particular. He knew what his sisters called him... a worrywart. And who wanted a worrywart as their lifelong companion?!
He wasn't really looking very hard for something to kill and bring back. He sprawled on a thick tree limb and gazed morosely into the mottled sun-and-shadow of the jungle floor. Suddenly, movement caught his eye, and he sat up. A moving gleam of sunshine was pausing here and there, leaning over plants and stretching to breathe on a young tree... what in the world was going on here? Intrigued, he got up and followed the entwining tree limbs that served as a road to circle around and follow her.
When he was close enough, he realized she wasn't breathing on the different bits of foliage... she was talking to them? Even more curious now, he leaned forward to try and catch what she was saying, but she spoke too low for him to understand. "What are you telling them?" he finally spoke up, keeping his voice low in hopes of not startling her.