Bmoth

Bmoth chuffs in the cold morning air, watching her breath dance in the light of the sunrise. "What a lovely morning to walk the pride lands and soak in the environment".

Bmoth takes another long stretch and sets off. She is a up and coming broodmother and she is both excited and anxious about taking on that role.
Sadly, she has no other choice if she wants to remain in Ravenmoon's pride.

Looking back at her pride, the home she has spent her entire life in... She wanders further away, limping carefully on her 3 legs, Bmoth remembered how she lost her beautiful paw, how the snare tightened it's grip on her front left leg, the pain and blood, she was going through it all for days, she remembers that poacher who showed up on the 5th day, cussing about a lion cub in his trap and how he drove off, leaving her to die a slow and painful death.

Parched and starving, Bmoth decided to chew her leg off, she had been calling out for days, hoping someone from her pride would find her..

FREEDOM, she pitifully yowled as she broke through the bone and remaining tendons. Her bleeding started again as well as oozing puss from her week long wound.

Bmoth snaps out of her daydream and stops suddenly in her tracks... that smell, she would NEVER forget the smell of the poacher, after all these years, she could finally get closure.

The poacher had his back to her, he was cooking his breakfast on what looked like a tin can, there was no visible smoke, only heat Bmoth tenses as she prepares to lunge at the poacher.

Just as she is about to lunge, a terrible, low rumbling growl as deep and booming as thunder, and a massive, ear splitting roar breaks the silence.. Ravenmoon leaps from a bush and pins the poacher to the ground, he looks at Bmoth will a blood lust in his eyes, he nods to her and snorts a greeting to her.

"I followed you to see what you do every morning and where you go. When I saw you tense and leave the game trail, I moved closer in case you needed protection. You caught this humans scent before even I did. It's a pity you can't hunt , you would have made an excellent huntress." Bmoth blushes at his praise and the thought of him secretly protecting her. Her heart pounding loudly in her ears, she stands tall from her crouching position and explains why she left the trail for the poachers scent.

Ravenmoon listens to her story, he remembers the day she came back to the pride, starving, dehydrated and missing her leg.. as she finishes the account, he tenses, sticking his claws deeper into the flesh of the poacher, he growls and snarls, wanting to cause great harm.

Bmoth watches Ravenmoon's reaction and moves closer, the smell of the poachers blood and urine stings her nostrils as she looks into Ravenmoon's eyes. Ravenmoon roars and spit hisses as the poacher squirms and screams in terror and agony.

"This kill is yours to make" Ravenmoon tells Bmoth through gritted teeth and fangs. Bmoth lowers her head and smells the human for the last time, reaching out, she swats the poachers face and neck, claws extended and maximum effort with her only front paw, shredding the humans flesh and cutting deep, the blood squirts and pulses with every heartbeat.

Bmoth bites the mans left arm at the shoulder and rips the arm off, then turns and drags him through his own snare, watching it trip around both of his legs.

"Let's leave him so that he can suffer the way he made me and so many others to suffer and slowly die " Bmoth stated as she limped along back to the game trail. Ravenmoon watched her wordlessly and thought to himself with immense pride that she would have been an amazing huntress, and that she will be the best broodmother that his pride has ever had.

They both walk back to the pride in silence as they contemplate and reflect on what this beautiful morning has dawned on and how much stronger the pride is for having each other in it