Cedar Sweep o castitas lilium

Here he was. Zaavier had found himself a beautiful and peaceful forest filled with lush cedars. He had contemplated calling this his home, but soon decided it was far too close to Charley's borders. Even though he was friends with the brute, he didn't want to be that close.

So he moseyed along, eyeing the fowl with a rumbling stomach. He attempted to catch one, but it ended in a failure. Tail lashed as he gkanced around, catching sight of a female lying in the sun. She looked very peaceful, and he stared at her for a moment. With a closer look, Zaavier could see that she was fat. Very fat. Too fat just after a famine. She must be pregnant, he thought to himself, smirking just a bit. Maybe he could just sneak away without her noticing...