Rayie
Finally healed and in shape to hunt the young lioness exits her dimly lit den, compromised of soggy soil and dried foliage, a home fit for a king, really.
The huntress shapes her shoulders and arches forward, stretching out her worn body, her back cracking uncomfortably as she slides forward into a jog, her nose low to the ground like a hound as she moves forward.
There is not much in the air, most of the scents rather bland and old, though one familiar scent of horse piques her interest, the trail leading her toward an opening as the smell transforms from a horse into a lion.
Rayie grins as she follows the scent, her body slithering around the trees as she comes close, the faint smell of lion now tantalisingly close, a stranger smell of monkey accompanying it.
Initially, she thinks the lion may have been hunting the monkey, though she soon disproves her theory as she winds through the canyon, spotting the lion neatly cuddled up with the monkey.
"Well well well, what do we have here" she whispers as she instinctively crouches down, her underbelly softly scraping against the dry dirt below, her eyes honed in on the target, now completely distracted from her original idea of going hunting.
The female creeps closer, her paws folding against her chest as she slithers close, she cannot afford to make a mistake now, she was in the crucial stages of the hunt.
She makes no sound as she comes within striking distance, her expression mischevious as she crouches down, her hips locked and muscles tensed "Wakey wakey!" she growls and she leaps forward, tackling the smaller lion with her paws, claws still sheathed as she lands beside her, still grinning.
"Sleeping in the open isn't a great idea you know. Not out here" she nods, the summer sun lighting up her coat as she strides closer to the female "Now tell me, who are you?"
