The moment she turned, the sunny smile on his face vanished, replaced by a glowering scowl of contempt for the lioness. She was always, always in his way, and he absolutely despised her for it. There was absolutely no reason that she shouldn't be just as foolish as the rest of her pride, and simply accept things for how she heard them. But no. She had to go about doubting him and his little group. She had to go about sticking her nose into places it didn't belong.
He waited until she was out of earshot, and turned back to Werevu. "Someday, she'll regret all this poking and prodding she's doing into our business," He muttered darkly. "And when that day comes, she'll be suffering a lot more than a limp and a bloody trail."
Werevu said nothing, only nodded to acknowledge the words, as he fixed his beady-eyed gaze on Ngao's retreating form. Yes, someday, she would regret it. Msiba would make very sure of that.
/fin?
