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Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:23 pm
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Ganymede was coming back with a hunting party, tired more than anything. They'd managed to catch a pretty good haul for the pride today, but it had exhausted him, and more than a few of the members. His blue and white mane blew in what breeze their was today and he stretched himself out upon coming to some of the dens. Light blue eyes were half closed as he caught the sent of something... odd, something he'd never smelled before. Nostrils flared as he followed it, paws heavy as he walked, the necklaces he wore clinking against one another against his chest.
That's when he saw... a very messy lioness with many different colors on her pelt that didn't exactly look like they were supposed to be there. Tilting his head to the side, Ganymede sat down a ways away, watching her, wondering what she was doing, honestly. What on earth was she doing? Then she stood on her hind legs and Gany blinked a few times before tilting his head.
"...Well, that's quite a feat."
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