Edara

You were traveling in Fortem's field when you a loud grumble erupted from your belly. You sigh, and scan the area in hopes to be able to hunt something small just to ease your hunger for an hour or two.

After what seemed like an hour you've finally tracked down and hunted a stray Gazelle, it hurt it's leg in mid-chase offering you and easy kill. You happily munch down until you become alerted when seeing a figure just right in the corner of your eye.

"You hunt well.." A lioness voice spoke out.

You calm yourself, forgetting that you're hunting in someones else's territory and there's no need to feel protective over your kill.

"Thank you" You reply humbly

"However.. You only got lucky with that kill due to it slipping up on a rock and hurting it's hoof, it tripped and you got an easy kill. If that never happened it would've easily outran or out maneuvered you alone especially with no one's help. You also charged out too fast.. You need more patience when stalking." She ridicules

You just lay there... processing, you felt like you were back in training as a cub.. what a charming lioness you think sarcastically.

"Well Uh.. Thanks for the constructive criticism, I'll take it in next time." You say with a slight attitude.

She didn't notice your attitude but already eating your kill, you have no other choice but to share it with her, otherwise you wouldn't want a pride war brewing if you chased her off.