Wild Berry Meadow Heat Wave Hello

He hears the shrill sound of vocals. Not in the form of whine, growl, or bark. But in words.

Often against this form of expression, he did not take it kindly, lunging a step to snap loud teeth towards the male.

But the query spoken was certainly of interest, so Khaba did not display his anger long.

He could feel the brush of fur against his leg, but ignored it in this moment. The focus was upon the one who still cowered at his feet.

Chin lifted, he chuffed a deep bellow. 

Prove you deserve it. That you deserve my mercy, and my protection. He commands, glare icy cold. 

The lake alpha would not wait long. They would prove themselves deserving, or be turned away by brutal force.