Frost, a female leopard interacting with Blaze and Siria and Nala
Frost's attention drifted over to the tree where Siria and Blaze were surprised by how quickly they appeared there. Strange that they weren't talking to the dog, but amusement sparkled in her eyes as she looked at them. It seemed they were really good friends. Frost turned her attention back to Nala, head tilted curiously. She hadn't seen many dogs in her lifetime. Suddenly Nala ran off, and her eyes glimmered brightly with amusement at the dog's antics. Frost spread out her wings and with one powerful flap of her wings, she flew above the dog. She had trouble at first figuring out how to go forwards, but figured it out quite quickly. But when she saw the dog trip, her eyes widened as wide as the moon and she folded her wings to her sides, trying to reach the dog quickly. Frost landed besides Nala with a thud, her paws thrumming with pain, but she looked down worriedly at the dog.
Her gaze was fearful and she prodded Nala lightly in the side, hoping she's be OK. But it didn't look like she was OK.
Peak a male lion interacting with:
Peak decided the leopardess was sleeping, and would probably be hostile if she woke her up. Quietly, he crawled out of the den, not wanting to cause trouble. He was normally a trouble-seeker, but today he didn't feel like it. He hadn't got in a meal yet, and wanted something. Padding away quietly at first, and then his paw steps took on their usual loudness. Confident where ever he was, he never bothered with being quiet. He took pride in his powers being strength and fire, though he was still weary of other animals that had powers as well. Eventually, he came across a herd of deer and lowered himself onto his haunches, swiping his tongue across his muzzle as he slowly crept forward. He was strong, but not fast, and needed to get as close as he could before latching onto a deer. But once he had one in his grip, it was as good as dead. Once Peak was just a few feet away, he leaped to his paws, charging the herd. They all ran, and he chased them, picking out a weak deer. Giving his blacklegs a powerful push, the young lion leaped into the air and landed just behind the deer. Shoot! He almost missed the deer entirely, but at least he managed to hook his claws into the deer's sides. With a powerful pull, the deer came crashing down, and he delivered the killing bite. Smiling with smug victory, he gave his bloodied paw a slow lick and then settled down in front of the deer, digging into it, enjoying his meal.