The Sunspire Falling Away

She'd left quickly after the hunt, and though some could have pinned it on some dislike of company (even despite the workmanship required to bring down their prey), Raheerah knew very well the reason. He was to blame - often the beast was to blame for many things, although he neglected those truths and cared little to acknowledge them. Or the ones who placed the blame, for that matter. He was guilty of many crimes, but this perhaps was one of the few that he felt some twinge of remorse. Or was it stubborn agitation? A will to succeed - an inability to accept his failure?

He thought well on the issue after she'd gone. Raheerah had eaten his fair share, then tore a chunk of meat from their prize's upper shoulder and left the remainder for the other two males to eat or bring back to where ever it was they called home. Of course, if they chose to leave any remains, Raheerah had made a note to return to the kill site and bring them back to Lham. For now, he carried with him a piece of their prey, hanging between his jaws. Had he not eaten, the smell, the taste, the texture on his tongue - it would have been far too tantalizing to simply carry about. But he had brought it for a reason, and soon enough, he crossed that reason's scent path. Eager to find her again, he abruptly adjusted his direction and followed.

On a ledge, seemingly secret to the rest of the world, she hid. The beast could see her now as he rounded the path, but was uncertain if she too had detected him. He stopped a safe distance from her. Raheerah dropped the chunk of kill to his paws, parted his jaw and uttered a low bark. Like the bay of a lion, he bellowed to her, grasping for her attention. And if she should turn and look at him, he would gesture towards the meat and step back, an offering.