-Diorae-
The lioness doesn’t respond to the call, instead it is the gathering and movement of horses that lures her in. She approaches them off wind. Their scents are carried towards her, while the chance that they notice hers is minimal. It’s all instinct that drives her, that teaches her, but it is the hunger that makes her desperate. It had been a couple of days since the lioness had had her last meal, one that wasn’t very satisfying.
An equine would do nicely, and she would be able to feast on it for a little longer than just one day. In a crouched down position she sneaks closer, still hidden by the thick vegetation the jungle like part of Tephra offers. Naturally the meeting wouldn’t be in such confined space, but it made a damn good hiding spot.
Her tail lies on the ground behind her, belly pressed against the ground. Her ears upstanding, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the gathered group. Words are exchanged, but they make no sense to the lioness. All she sees them for is a nice little snack.
Or, perhaps, not all of them. Her eyes narrow on the blue form of one of the males. He is not really at the gather, instead he hides in cover, very much like herself. The instinct of the lioness tell her that he’s alone and thus an easy prey. But instead of sneaking upon him, seeing him is her clue her to retreat. No horse as meal today.
Submission beats instinct.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.