Starglow Basin Panthera Leo

the man from the red hills speaks; his voice holding a timbre soto does not need to know the language of to know it is meant to agitate. 

in his current condition he’s in no shape to answer. 

instead, a raise of his brow. if what he said was important, he’d reiterate. if it wasn’t, he might move on. 

soto weighs his options; the man’s healthy and well groomed. certainly lovelier than anything that occupies the basin currently. he could be useful — but he could be dangerous, too. 

soto senses an edge to the man simmering under the surface. 

an asp, sunning under thermal leaves. 

he flicks his tail in a silent gesture and starts to move, one ear trained towards the interloper.