Like big balls of yarn [Seasonal Event]

Raising himself up to accept the fussing, Remi sighed contentedly happy that he hadn't yet harmed Vai nor had any inclination at all to do so. Though he couldn't smirk back at her and thought that perhaps roaring would be a bit too unnerving given just how new this experience was for the both of them, Remi merely bobbed his head. In what could only be described as an awkward gallop, Remi made his way across the field. Being in this body was exceedingly strange, and while instinct alone was keeping him more or less balanced and upright, his own man-mind kept confusing the movements making them jerky. Eventually though he put some distance between the two before laying down in the grass. Though lions were not from a part of the world even remotely similar to this, the arid climate within the bubble and the fact that they were nearly through Leafchange meant that Remi blended in more or less alright. Let the gourds fly. remi sometimes love is war but sometimes you win