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Animo let out a happy sigh, blinking lazily up at the sky. A small yawn escaped his maw before he turned his attention to a small pool of water in front of him. Carefully he dipped his paws in it, rubbing them across the mosses set in the water to wipe off the various dyes staining his toes. From early morning he had been working on creating a new dye, however everything he seemed to make just didn’t smell right to him. They were all to bland, or bitter, nothing like he wanted. Not failures in their own right, he would remember their combinations for when he needed a bitter or bland dye, but he was looking for something sweeter, and light. However thus far the combination was eluding him.

A break was in order. Animo didn’t want to get too caught up in his work, lest he lose the whole day in the process. Once is paws had been sufficiently cleaned he removed them from the water and set off to find something else to do. Perhaps he could find some entrainment too keep his mind for a time, maybe inspiration would come from it as well. Certainly was worth a try!

The shove had caught the older lion off guard and he stumbled slightly to the side, somewhat from surprise but mostly to try and avoid the angry lioness. Animo looked back curiously at the female, assuming by her manner of speech that she was at least of the upper caste, if not actual royalty. “There is no need to take out your anger on others.” He spoke in a somewhat stern voice. His intent was certainly not to bring further ire upon himself, but he was not about to hold his tongue simply because she may be of a higher class. He expected more of those with power than this, though perhaps he was just an optimist that way.

Unfortunately it seemed that ire was what he was to receive for his words, and Animo watched her with cautiously. “I said that there was no need to take out your anger on those who have done naught but be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Perhaps if you are so upset it would be better to confront the reason for it rather than attack those simply passing by.” Though he was wary of her, anger could make even the calmest of souls unpredictable, he kept his voice calm. He was not so much worried of getting himself hurt as much as worried someone else may.

Animo huffed lightly. He certainly wasn’t one of short temper, but these accusations she flung at him made his fur fluff lightly. “As I recall it was you who ran in to me, thus any harm that befell you was of no fault of mine.” He doubted the lioness’s shoulder had been bruised, though he certainly realized the weight her word would carry over his.

The fact he was not familiar was not all that surprising to him. He had pretty recently returned to this area and had not long been back inside the pride’s territory. “Outsider.” Animo couldn’t help but scoff at her words. “No need to call the guards, I have no intention of keeping your company any further.” Animo turned away from the lioness, not wanting to stick around and have his day ruined.

Animo paused momentarily at her question. “I am a painter.” He replied. “What interest have you in my trade?” He was curious as to this sudden change of conversation as he was leaving.