[That claim for his territory happened far too close to her own area for the lion's liking, and she would likely dispute it as even being his at all. It's not difficult to quietly catch up with him, having been light on her feet even before her recent transformation, but once she's trailing him close enough, her desire to put him in his proper place shifts beyond a covert approach.
That and she's not minding the wind direction and her smell either.
Instead of speaking, a low grow rumbles in her chest as she steps closer, sniffing the air pointedly as she stares him down. He's trespassing.]
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That and she's not minding the wind direction and her smell either.
Instead of speaking, a low grow rumbles in her chest as she steps closer, sniffing the air pointedly as she stares him down. He's trespassing.]