Starglow Basin Panthera Leo

there’s a very handsomely colored man rifling their borders. his fur is a rare russet soto has only observed in the signalfire of autumn leaves. 

soto’s been keeping an eye turned ever since niño’s death. right now, he painfully collects sprigs of sun dried grass. 

he’s watchful, but does not come close yet. it’s only been eleven days since his skirmish with the desert wolves. any day he’s expecting reprisal. this — among anything else — could be a trap. 

so for now soto moves gingerly among one of the raised dunes, eyes trained on the stranger and awaiting his next move.