Snow Days

Her steps were slowed, as the scent of the newcomer grew stronger. She finally lifted her gaze from the snow to and lowered her head, eyes peering at the shape of another large feline. That was new. As far as she had known, she was the only one with such a shift within the bubble, but she found her curiosity prickling. This one was a lion, though. Rhea halted then, blinking slowly to show her non-defensive attitude to the male. She didn’t need scent to tell his gender with the large mane that male lions sported. Her striped tail flicked easily, as she remained where she was for another moment. Unfortunately for them both, Rhea didn’t have telepathy, which would make communication less than simple, but she had adapted to the usual manner in which felines tended to communicate with each other. A low rumble echoed from her chest, and she started walking towards him, a relaxed stride sinking in the snow with each step. It was less than graceful, but that wasn’t really what she was concerned with at that moment. She would approach the lion, her head lowered slightly as her nose would get close to him, committing his scent to memory for the future. Another big cat in town definitely made her want to get to know him a bit better. Of course that seriousness could always be saved for when they were on two legs and had an actual legitimate way to speak to each other. Rhea began circling around him just slightly, then would roll onto her side with a slight groan, playfully nipping and swatting at the lion’s tail, her own tail flicking against the snow. Remi rhea Be Humble, But Be A Beast