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He was frustrated, constantly frustrated, frustrated to a point where he needed a new word that was stronger than frustrated. The word irked, came to his mind but even that wasn't strong enough a word to state just how annoyed he was at himself. The drought had hit the pride hard and despite being a talented guy in the art of seeking and finding water he had come up a cropper. He couldn't find any water, he couldn't find it and it hurt his pride, his sense of self that he couldn't just, put his paw on the life giving liquid.

When he had become a water seekers apprentice, he had found he had a penchant for finding water. He had a talent, that was what his master had told him. He found the task easy and fun. Fun, he remembered when it was fun now it just, it just, FRUSTRATED him, why couldn't he find water? Why was this drought plaguing them? Why had a promising career come to a very grinding halt?

His dark fur was starting to get warm and he realized a little too late that he had wandered too far from the shade. With a huff he turns on his heel, he wasn't going to find water this way, he had come this way already, he had followed his own paw steps not the day before. He was wasting time and energy searching the same lengths. What was worse, now he was thirsty and there was no handy drop of water to quench his thirst.

At his paws a pale snake with a black cap slithered between his large paws as he marched across the sands. Mog knew better than to interrupt the male when he was in this mood, brooding, thoughtful, but he occasionally wrapped around one of the large dark males paws just to let him know that he had a friend. The desert was a harsh place and though he lived happily beside Ea'Pavlov, he knew it was a harsher place for the lions of this place. He was lucky, once every six months he 'absorbed' a hare or something a little larger but infinitely more horny, a klipspringer and he was sorted, he didn't need to eat or drink again for another six months. The desert was a good place for him. He often wondered why lions stayed, but these kin to the fire, they were a stubborn lot and that was why he stuck close to the pale maned lion, it stopped him from getting eaten for one thing, but he loved their determination. Even when they were overly annoyed at the world in general.

He very nearly sighed, he very very nearly growled in fact that when he found his usual slither of shade that there was someone already in it. He very nearly barked an insult, he was but a moment away from just all out attacking but the touch of the snake on his paw pulled him back to reality, he closed his eyes and settled his brow. "Do you mind if I share your shade?" He managed through clenched teeth, he could feel the anger boiling borne of pure frustration, just below the surface. He wanted so badly to just berate the other lion for sitting in his spot. He really was very frustrated.

It took him a few moments to realize that it was a female sitting in the shade and his demeanor changed again. He had hardly ever conversed with females, that he wasn't related to any way. His sisters and mother of course, but they just didn't count. he clears his throat. "It's very warm I usually use this spot on my way back." He stated, trying not to sound foolish for claiming a bit of shade as his own.

Mog hisses and curls around the big male lions fore leg, becoming a sort of snake shaped bracer. He looked at the female and hissed a laughing hiss, he knew too well that Pavlov didn't have any experience talking to females that he wasn't related to and he would certainly find this interesting to watch, after all he had felt the muscles of his friend relax as he realized the gender of the shade intruder.