Silvertip Mountain Lazy Days

Thick wolf scent, smelling of cold winds and foul meat, fills the air. A whisker dotted lip curls up at the smell. Disuri hates the aroma of wolves. To think that one is close enough to taint her air irks the lioness. Didn't they know that she is lurking here? She doesn't mind if they pass around or even through her mountain, but that was only if they stuck to their senses and avoided her.

Drowsy from her sunning rock, the beast slowly rolls on her belly to lay yellow eyes on her problem. Green eyes stare back at her from a brown furry face. Disuri yawns again to show long, sharp fangs, and then lies her head over a thick paw. Being on her favorite stone, the lioness is raised enough off the ground that even with her head down her nose leveled with his scruffy muzzle. From the expression on his face ,she can gage that he hadn't meant to intrude upon her.

Tilting her head to lick an extended claw the cat says, "You do realize that I do not enjoy being in the presence of your kind." She runs her tounge over her whiskers when she deams her claw to be rid of the dirt that had collected on it. A rumbling from her sromach alerts her to a rising hunger. She gives the wolf a look of consideration before dropping into an irritated scowl. She doesn't think wolf would taste well, especially with the reek that rolls off their thick furry bodies.