Blacktail Deer Plateau ≡ Soaked in Gasoline

All good! I was not offended xD

Her belly was so full Umi was sure she might burst. Was this how pregnant mothers felt when they were due to have cubs?

The lioness had been working on the consumption of a doe for two days. Most of the actual animal had since been taken by coyotes and birds of various types. Umi had treed herself with a hind leg all for her. The day had been spent intermittently napping and eating. She could barely move by the end of the day, and rolled over on a branch with an extended, aaaaaagggguhhhhh, to signal to all that she was positively absolutely definitely stuffed.

There were exactly two things that moved her from her lazy life in the trees.
The first, and most important, was that she needed to poop. Her descent from the tree in order to do this was a bit like watching a drunk attempt to get out of a bean bag chair. She wobbled and ungracefully fell out of the branches, landing on her feet only due to sheer instinct that refused to let her die from such an event.

The second was to investigate the smell of a wolf, which she would definitely do right after her business. She covered the hole of the terror she'd left the world quickly. Not nearly quick enough apparently, for she could see a large grey wolf on the forested pathway heading toward her while she was finishing this burial. Her eyes lit up and she bounced backward, closer to the tree. The remains of the kill was mere yards away, but there weren't many good bits left on it.

Hn.. she cleared her throat. Hi, she said, smiling awkwardly. Her bum felt gross. Normally she would be taking a bath right now.