and i as future kings walk off the edge

Minutes into her meal, Echelon became aware that she was not alone. Not that his steps weren't quiet, but they weren't quiet enough. She heard the grass give him away long before his dark shape appeared, and just before that the chuff alerted her from where he was coming from. Licking the gore from his muzzle, Echelon watched him with interest, her hackles flaring. Why he was there and why he was interrupting her meal didn't matter to her, but the notion that he was liable to take it did.

She issued a low growl, a warning for him to keep his distance.