Sengalo's dark rimmed ears perked forward at the sound of rustling in the grass. He lifted his head, his entire maw covered with fresh blood from his meal. He licked his lips, savouring the taste.

Out of the grass, he spotted a male lion advancing towards him. Sengalo's ears flattened into his black mane, his ebony lips beginning to twitch into a sneer. A low growl began its eruption from deep within his throat, becoming louder with each step this new lion took. His bright emerald orbs narrowed, not leaving Rac, as his muzzle began to contort into a grimace. He stood to his feet, positioning himself to stand over the carcass protectively.

"Back off, moocher," he hissed at the male, "get your own kill."