Strangers and travellers

Lucius woke startled, the feeling of falling still in his gut. His dream...he had fallen...had someone pushed him? It was already vague, the details fading back into the depths of his mind. Still, he frantically searched for a single clue on what his dream had been about, but nothing came to mind. He sighed bitterly, his dream was already lost, he had had no time to guess it's meaning.

He stood leisurely and stretched, before beginning to groom his pelt. He wasn't vain, just liked his pelt smooth and cared for. the sound of thundering paws made his hackles raise in alarm, and he leaped to his feet, electric blue eyes and stance alert. Suddenly, a figure stampeded out of the bush and toward him, but he quickly sidestepped, allowing her to barrel past him. His face furrowed in scorn.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He stalked toward her, eyes flashing as he towered over her. "Do you make it a habit to attack people at random?" He said incredulously. His eyes narrowed in anger, but no snarl of growl escaped him yet. Let her try to explain herself, for the roman did not care to shed blood today, so early in the morning.