Fyri
It was a warm day, a rather unpleasant warmish day as Fyri walked around the pride, there was little to do at the moment. His captain was busy and there were to be no raids for day, and he other than sparing with another lion had nothing to do with his free time. He had no cubs he had to even think of let alone a mate or thrall just himself to occupy time.
These were the worse days for him, though others were rather fond of a break he was not and he wish there were fewer of them.
These were the worse days for him, though others were rather fond of a break he was not and he wish there were fewer of them.
Galning
Galning had spread several bunches of mint out on the ground before him. They had been harvested from different patches, though at nearly the same time. He was trying to figure out which of them had the best scent, and was likely to be the most potent. Once he made that decision, that would be the only place he bothered to gather mint.
Oh, Galning was still holding to his strict regimen of training and mint in moderation, but that didn't mean he couldn't make decisions like this. Galning imagined himself as a connoiseur of mint. When he got too old to be a reaver, Galning thought he might like to cultivate mint.
"Good afternoon," he greeted the dark lion who was practically storming through the pride. "Would you like to help me figure out which bunch of mint is the best?"
He was in a good mood. He wanted everyone else to be in a good mood, too.
Oh, Galning was still holding to his strict regimen of training and mint in moderation, but that didn't mean he couldn't make decisions like this. Galning imagined himself as a connoiseur of mint. When he got too old to be a reaver, Galning thought he might like to cultivate mint.
"Good afternoon," he greeted the dark lion who was practically storming through the pride. "Would you like to help me figure out which bunch of mint is the best?"
He was in a good mood. He wanted everyone else to be in a good mood, too.
