𝘼𝙠𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣 • 1174𝙨𝙩

[POSSIBLE HEIR MAKER]

…It was a dark moonlit eve, the stars shined dimly across the pelt of night, and a cool breeze hung smoothly in the air. You could taste the cold front through the breeze. You paddled through a wide and still stream, your paws nearly breaching the stone filled abyss below. Your skin shivered as the wind brushed across your unreached fur atop the river.

A quiet echo mummed across the ending of the river, a thick layer of fog clouding the area ahead.
Deciding to approach the sound, you bobbed your head out of the water, trying to listen to the humming as it got closer. Reaching the shoreline, you lumber yourself to your paws, standing up and shaking the water from you fur. Almost immediately, you heard the hum come to a stop, and a fumbling of bushes…
“Hey! Stop!” You holler, ambling towards the clouded scent of a lion. Darting after the rustling of tall grass, you bolted through and through the foliage until you caught up to the hum emitting figure, pouncing on them and pinning them to the grassy floor…
“Who are you!” You growl, holding down their head…
“Get off of me you bee-brain!” The she scowled, biting onto your paw that stood down beside her maw. You winced in pain, lurching back and off of her. You caught a sight of her appearance; she was half blonde and a dark onyx color, and a bioluminescent glow to her spots…
“What are you doing in my territory.” She furrowed her brow. You gulp a breath of air, holding it as you respond.
“This won’t be your territory for long.. And how can a she like you have all of this territory with no protection?” You smirk, your tail lifting in amusement…
“This territory doesn’t just belong to me; it belongs also to my pride and my lord Rys. I suggest you leave now before things get more serious and it involves my pride.” She growled, pinning her ears back. She looked sour already, her tail lashing.
“Alright babe, calm down.” You scoff, turning away to head off…
“Don’t call me babe.” She hissed, stalking off…