As the older lioness spoke Feliciteys attitude began to shift. Litotes was her father too, that would make her her older sister. A sibling? Felicitey had never stopped to contemplate the fact that she may have siblings. It had always just been her mom, Dexter, and herself. Excitement tiptoed it's way into her eyes and her tail swished excitedly behind her. Rayie she let her sister name sit in her mouth as a toothy lopsided grin stuck her face in delight.
Her sister proceeded to offer to teach her things.. TEACH HER THINGS! Even her mother wa as hesitant to teach her how to fly in her equine form. Rayie continued to talk of hunting. And Felicitey's brow crinkled in confusion. She had never "hunted" in fact she had never fed in her lion body. The thought of killing anything made her feel uneasy. Though from the looks of Rayie it was a natural, normal thing.
In fact now that they were talking about it Felicitey could smell the iron smell of blood lingering across the lioness in front of her and her stomache gurgled beneath her. She licked her lips as she considered what to say.
No.... I have never hunted before. My mom doesn't share this form with me. In fact you are the only other lion I have met. she said with small hesitation.
felicitey
who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.
@[Rayie]
