Hunting Grounds
The tan creature moaned once more into the dust before lifting his head. Gold eyes lazily lifted open to greet the yellow grass before him, moving his small paws to press against the ground and lift his lioness-sized body. He hung his head for a long moment to cope with the dying pain in his chest, then shook out the dust from his fur, the strange metal collar around his neck weighing down on him.
Sighing at the miss of a meal, the tigon turned his body left and right as his nose went to work. Air filtered in and deciphered into the smells of a typical African land, including the promise of nearby water. Tariku poked his nose in the direction of the smell and loped off through the thick grass. If he couldn't eat, he'd fill his gullet with water.
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Water Hole
Pushing through the grass, Tariku sighed in relief at the sight of the water. Paws sank into the mud, head shoving his small muzzle into the water and inhaling it like a fish. After drinking for as long as he could hold his breath, the tigon lifted his dripping chin and looked around the area.
The shadows of some type of creatures loomed nearby. Not at the shores, but near the little pond. Curiousity spawned from a lion's social nature, overshadowing the tiger's snarls of independance, kept Tariku's eyes on the group. Hmm.. They looked familiar...
[Might as well explain my stuffs. I post where my character is to reduce confusion, and the letters in bold are characters I am referring to, talking to, noticing, etc. Yanno.. just so ya know.]