-Diorae-
Even in lion form her stomach has the familiar rounding that shows her pregnancy. For a while the lioness had been caged, kept under control by the golden mare as her lover kept a close eye on them both – or three actually, counting their whelp. But the hormones and sometimes lack of supervision and support made Marigold less secure – more nervous – and the lioness had gladly taken over. Everything to protect her precious little whelp.
It’s instinct. She’d fight to keep her whelp safe, and only the best would be good enough. According to the lioness that was. Marigold would very much agree, but would go less far in attempting to accomplish it. Sneaking upon a mother, weak and exhausted after birth, was a perfect example of it. Round ears are perked on top of her head, claws retracted to move around as silently a possible, and her tail lies behind her on the ground.
She’s sneaking closer as the sounds of hooves on the ground sound, an unexpected arrival. Her dark eyes narrow as her lips pull up in annoyance, showing her teeth without really intending too. First her eyes had been set on the mare, tired after birth and her sharp eyes had been quick to notice the weakness of her foreleg. Yet the arrival of the male, fit and a clear obstacle, force her to change her plans. The lioness softly snarls in annoyance, eyes now set on the still grounded child. Maybe she’d be quick enough to snatch and drag the still damp body away and defend her prey if one of the big ones decided to come for the body.
One paw in front of the other, her belly pressed against the ground. Little by little she nears the family, using the tall grasses and other vegetation to hide herself. The wind gentle breeze comes from the opposite direction, carrying the equine scent towards her, and her own scent away from them. All odds are in her favour for success.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.
@[Calcifer]
Kuna okayed me stirring the thread up a little~