Sengalo woke up with a sudden jolt as he felt something warm and liquidy running down his right leg. He quickly lifted his head, now remembering why. He lifted his right paw, somewhat sore due to his shoulder's injury. Blood still flowed somewhat and he felt it all over his arm. However, most of it was dry and he could hear it crack between his hairs as he moved his arm.

He looked in front of him, remembering his meal that was still there. Feeling weak, at the moment, the lion dragged himself towards it, though it was only a couple feet from where he lay. He stared down into the carcass, observing the damage he had caused it and deciphering if he even wanted to eat it anymore. He'd probably not eat in a week or ever again if he were to run into another lion like the one he had faced again. Shaking his head, lightly, he lowered it to begin gnawing gently on the ribs and whatever meat was left on them peacefully.

It took him a bit to eat his fill. He staggered to his feet, his bad leg incredibly shaky and sore for being laid on. He looked around his thorny haven a moment. Nothing would be able to take his kill in here. It would be safe for him to leave it for a while and come back whenever he was hungry.

Turning to the way he had come in, Sengalo slinked his way out of the bushes. He felt stings here and there from the thorns scraping past his already open wounds, but only regarded a slight wince at the pain. He felt strangely numb. Perhaps it was from sleeping in one position too long. It didn't take him near as long to exit his hideout than to enter it.

Sengalo stretched his limbs when they were finally free to move about in the open air. He let out a long yawn, dried blood still present on most of his teeth and maw. He scanned his surroundings again, then began in the eastern direction, towards the water hole.