Bedros hadn't been up and about long but he had already managed to get himself lost at least a dozen times in the vast mazes of the pride. Sometimes it seemed like he intentionally got lost. Which could be true. He was an adventurer who actually loved it when he was lost. Bedros had only just found his way back to dens before he collapsed on the ground. His pale green eyes focused on a small pebble that sat only a few inches away from his brown nose, debating if he wanted to paw at it. His body felt drained of energy since he had been wandering the pride since he had woken up. However, since he was still just a cub, energy was quickly replenished; if he rested.
After a few minutes his green tipped tail was flicking around behind him as he continued to stare at the rock. As his energy was replenished he couldn't help but feel the need to pounce on something. Bedros looked away from the rock and tried to see if there was anyone else around to pounce on instead. He growled a little as if he could sound scary, then returned his gaze to the rock and then pouncing on it.
