The Frozen Prairie -Chasen-

[Belle]

A white lioness prowled through the icy grasses, her body low to the ground. Her stalk was quite impressive, with the highest point of her body being her muscular shoulders. The lioness's cold blue eyes were trained on a young male deer. He was not a white stag, for he was not the leader of his herd. Though a white stag would certainly be an impressive prize, the lioness was not in the mood for a long chase. The normal stag would have to do, for now. The animal was a few yards away from his herd, gazing happily. The lioness gave a low, guttural growl. And then she charged.

Belle pushed herself forward with her strong back legs, a snarl winding it's way out of her white maw. Her canines flashed in the sun reflecting off the snow, and her claws protracted, her pretty face screwed up in concentration. The buck gave out a strangled scream, and ran. The rest of the herd began to run too, and Belle narrowly dodged a hoof. Angry, she let out a thunderous roar, her icy colored eyes flashing. The buck was still ahead of her by a good distance, and Belle pushed forward, her muscles screaming. Closer and closer she ran, until she was close enough. With a giant push of her back legs, she launched herself up into the air and grabbed onto the deer's back, her claws digging in and drawing blood.

The deer gave another scream, and thrashed wildly. But Belle did not have claws for nothing, and she held on, inching her way toward the neck. But she was not fast enough, for the deer bucked, and the weight of Belle was too heavy. He came crashing to the ground, and the lioness rolled, narrowly avoiding being crushed. Deciding she had best end the hunt soon, she pounced before the young deer could get up, and gripped onto his neck tightly. It put up a good fight, but it needed air, and Belle would not let it take in anymore. Slowly his movements slowed, and his gurgling screams subsided. The deers was dead, and Belle sat back on her haunches, only to wince.

A large, hoof shaped cut was on her back right thigh, and she growled angrily. She must have gotten hit when she scrambled onto the deer's back. Blood trickled down, and the lioness began to lick it, her blue eyes flashing. When she was satisfied with her cleaning, the ravenous beast turned back to her catch. Her white maw met the dead creature's flesh, taking large bites, blood winding it's way down their fur. Belle sat there, watching the sun slowly sink. Night would be very cold, but thankfully she had a few hours until she needed to find a place to sleep.

The icy breeze carried the scent of a pack all the way to the prairie, and Belle wrinkled up her nose in disgust. Ugh, a pack, she thought. Packs. What was the appeal? She would much rather be her own boss, really! Who wanted superiors? The lioness raised a large white paw and raked her claws down the remainders of the deer's carcass in anger. Belle had been an alpha. It had been wonderful, until those idiots she had called pack mates demanded that she stepped down. Belle had, but in her mind she was still queen. How could they do that to her? To their smart, brave and strong queen? All because they were afraid. Belle threw back her white head and roared, anger etched into her face. Traitors, that's what they were. And if she ever came across one, she would show them exactly what happened when one went against her.

Bitterness had taken it's toll on Belle, for she was no longer the happy-go-lucky pup she had once been. The fire of anger burnt in her heart, though somewhere was a piece of the wolf she had been. Ha, Belle thought. Wolf.. Her so called 'pack-mates' had not thought her to be a wolf. A lion-wolf? Yes. All because of her hybridity. For what seemed like the thousandth time, she wondered as if that was the reason Ragnar had left her. He had betrayed her, just when she thought everything would be good. Love, she thought bitterly, has no real place in the world. It was made up by the wolves who are evil, cruel sadists, just so they could watch hearts be broken. With those spiteful thoughts, she curled herself up, staring intently at the glassy eyes of the deer, as though all the answers she sought would be hidden in their glassy depths.

[Chasen]

Chasen kicked off a rock, spun in the air, and landed on the ground. Right now the rock was his enemy and he was going to destroy it. He couldn't figure it out, he was nervous? No, anxious? Nope, pent up? No, no, no, no, no, NO! Each time he thought no he used his lion like arms to claw at the rock. The claw marks getting deeper but never strong enough to break the rock. What was with him today? He tried training and after hours of fighting with the rock he still felt this odd . . . feeling. The second soul was feeling some sort of natural urge that was driving Chasen mad. He tried talking to his second soul, got nothing but guttural snarls and frustrated roars. Chasen HATED to let the lion take control and him take the side seat but if he couldn't figure out what his inner child, as he like to call his second soul when he was acting like this, he would have to let the beast take over and show him what in the world it wanted. Sometimes it was food, he could live with that, and other times it was a fight, he could live with that too. Though sometimes it was to watch another wolf or like in the North dig a dang hole for no other reason than to lay down.

Frustrated Chasen screamed internally, 'FINE! HERE! Take over and show me!

This was a very rare moment but Chasen stepped into the passenger seat and the lion took over. It was odd feeling your body move but you not control it. The lion pushed it's nose to the ground and started sniffing. A wolf no more, Chasen was left to watch the world go by through the lion's eyes. It leaped up on to the rock and gave a very loud lion roar. It echoed off the area and after each roar it got quieter and quieter. It was as if the second soul was calling for something or someone. The lion blew air out of their body in a snort and started sniffing the air again.

The sound of thundering hooves had them both looking over Chasen's shoulder. In a flash the lion Myou was off the rock and racing towards the prey. Chasen rolled his eyes, so this was all the second soul wanted, food? All this pent up mental pacing for some deer. Chasen felt his body moving gracefully over rocks and frozen lakes. Winter was here in full and would be here for another month and a half maybe. Ah well one of the best things about being a lion Myou was the lion's mane he had growing from his head and shoulders. Was an awesome way to stay warm.

If Chasen's body was a car he would have been slammed forward and into the windshield with how hard the second soul stopped their body. He snarled inwardly at the abrupt stop. If Chasen had a rabbit for all the stupid, weird things his second soul did he'd never go hungry. His internal thoughts were interrupted by a very angry, 'Shhh I can't listen with your thinking wolf.'

Chasen wanted to call his second soul out on being rude but then again they rarely talked like this so he did quiet himself. Ears pricked forward listening. The thundering of hooves stopped and a few minutes later a very angry roar was heard. Without thinking Chasen felt his body running towards the sound then slammed into a stop again. Frantically the lion looked around and spotted what he was looking for. There was a white lioness sitting next to a meal. She clawed the carcass angrily then curled up staring at it.

Chasen stared and realized what his second soul wanted and then he felt some pity. They were stuck in the same body. They'd never have two different forms like the lioness in front of them. The lion wanted to be the king of beasts so bad. He was supposed to be anyways and fear only another lion. Chasen sighed and spoke inwardly, come on man, let's let her eat in peace. She don't look like she wants company. . . .'

The lion ignored him and ran towards a clear spot in the prairie. He had their body positioned where the lioness could see them and then he gave his calling roar again. Afterwards the lion slipped back into Chasen's subconscious.

'DUDE, seriously? No, you stay here! You'd talk to her better than she'd talk to me! I swear if I have to fight her. . . .' too late to hide the fact he was hear now. Chasen was confident in his skills at fighting another wolf but when it came down to him fighting a cat that outweighed him ten fold that was an issue. Regaining the use of his body he sat down and scratched his ear. Oh well his second soul had left him in more dangerous situations. At least he knew how to speak lion, maybe he could reason with the beast.

[Belle]

A rustle in the icy grass, a scent of another animal, a huff of breath signaled that the lioness was no longer alone. Her head slowly raised, her icy colored eyes narrowed as they zoned in on a lone, male wolf. A peculiar looking wolf, that was for sure. One brow raised as the white lioness stared openly at the wolf. He was the color of a, well, a normal colored lion. A mane of sorts ringed his neck, and he was quite big, as big as she was when the lioness was a wolf.

Belle blinked, her blue orbs taking in the strange looking animal. His species was obvious, she had grown up around them, actually. A myou. How.. interesting. The male looked slightly uneasy, and Belle snorted. He should be! she thought. But something stopped her from making her usual death threats to the male. She stood gracefully, her eyes never looking away from the wolf.

Maybe it was because he was a myou, and she was part myou, maybe it was because he looked slightly unnerved, maybe it was because there was a lion soul inside of the wolf, but it was enough for Belle. With a growl, she morphed back into her wolf form. Hints of a lioness remained about her; like her tail, her paws, and her maw. She walked slowly forward until she was only a few feet away from the male. A small smirk was on her maw as she said, "And who might you be?"

She sat down on her haunches, then added, "I'm Belle." Her voice was smooth and soft, yet it had a sharp undertone. Belle winced slightly when she heard this. It seemed as though all that time being cold and ruthless had really changed her. Just as soon as she thought that, she banished the thought. This was who she was, this was who she had made herself to be. Her heart had been carefully sealed in a layer of ice, protected from those who wanted to hurt her. Let them try, she thought bitterly.

With slight difficulty, she turned her thoughts back to the myou, and gave him an unreadable look. Her lion tail flicked lazily behind her, but her muscles were tense. Some loners attacked first, asked questions later, and this wolf looked powerful. A lion for a second soul would do that, she thought. Now that she was closer, it was really obvious that his second soul was a male lion. He looked like one, he really did.

Was that why she had been so.. nice, dare she say? Maybe. Belle tilted her head, a faint smile on her maw as she thought back to her old pack. There hadn't been any lion myous there, she would have noticed. There weren't many big cats, actually, save for Ragna- Belle stopped her train of thoughts before she could finish his name. She had decided to try a new tactic- simply not think about her old mate.

Unfortunately, it had been proving hard. She had made a slip up as she had eaten, but that, she thought firmly, was a one time thing. In the back of her mind Belle knew it would take a lot more than ignorance to forget about Ragnar. At first she had clutched to the memories like they were her lifeline, but now she wished to get rid of them. That way it wouldn't hurt as much. Belle had always had a rather high pain tolerance, but heartbreak was one thing she couldn't deal with.

[Chasen]

Chasen watched as the lioness never took her eyes off of him. Well that was interesting to say the lest. Her eyes were beautiful in the last bits of his life he would have something beautiful to look at. He sent out a greeting chuff that was clearly lion for hello. At least he had that mutation of his second soul. It wasn't until he watched her move and then shift into a wolf and immediately relaxed. Albeit an odd looking wolf like him but Chasen didn't allow that to bother him. He'd seen weirder things in this world.

He had to admit wolf and lion both looked hot. He cracked an internal joke with his lion, 'check it, you can get one half and I'll get the other!'

He was met with an agitated roar in his head and he ignored it. It was just a joke. His lion half was the reason he was mostly serious on the outside. Finally the female stopped a feet from him. He was already sitting and just waited for her to speak; at least he didn't have to talk lion now. He closed his eyes and lowered his chin listening to her speak.

So her name was Belle, it meant beautiful, or so he was told. He only knew that cause he had an aunt in his old pack who went by Belle, wasn't her real name but hey cats can be superficial all they want. It wasn't like the Belle sitting in front of him either, her parents nailed it she was just that a beautiful white lioness. . . . Wait was that him or the lion. He copied his new acquaintance's smirk, he opened his mouth intending on a smart alec remark of 'for you I can be whoever you want' but the lion interjected and forced in choppy wolf tongue, 'I called Chasen.'

Jeez now who looked like a freak? First that wasn't even his real voice, the lion when it took the drivers seat had a deeper more raspy growl to Chasen's voice. He gave a cough and ran a paw over his face in annoyance, in his real voice which was deep and a bit roar like within itself, at least it didn't sound like he was being possessed, he spoke again, "sorry, call me Chasen. My second soul likes to take the driver side every now and then."

He coughed again and decided to sit and watch the she wolf in front of him. Close up he could see that she looked more cat like. He'd seen that mutation in some of the other wolves back home. At least this one you could see the other side too. He was curious to ask how did a Myou change from wolf to lion. If he could give his, dare he think it. . . . Sure why not. If he could give his friend a lion's body then maybe they would have a much better life together. Cause face it they were born together and would always be together. The lion mentally chuffed in agreement to the thought but Chasen also felt that the lion thought it wouldn't matter either way as long as they stayed talking to the lioness he'd be happy. Which was even weirder. It'd been forever since he'd had a chat with another big cat Myou or maybe this was a hybrid? He'd heard of Myou hybrids being about to change. Well he was sure he'd find out soon enough. For now he'd listen to hear what she had to say.

The lion brought him here for a reason and he was going to find out what.

[Belle]

Belle watched the wolf, a odd expression on her face. It was so weird, to be, well, friendly to someone. But it felt.. nice, dare she say! For most wolves being cordial was not that big of a thing, but to Belle... How long had she been so hostile? Long time, that was for sure. Enough time for her to be naturally cruel, without even thinking about it. But that was okay for her.

Belle was not like the normal wolf, in more ways than one. Though this was probably the main one. In a way, it was a defense technique. If she was mean, other wolves wouldn't get close to her, and she wouldn't be hurt. It was safe, very safe. She would not get hurt.. The pain had been too much to bear.. Was too much to bear, actually. There was no way she could use past-tense, for it cut into her heat like the claw of a wolf, twisting and digging, making her want to scream in agony.

A rough, raspy voice interrupted her thoughts. Woah. The voice.. It sounded like a l-lion? That made no sense. But no, he was a myou. She knew the voice well. It was the masculine version of her voice, at least when she was a lioness. In her wolf form her voice was smooth and silky-like, but she could still speak fluent lion. His speech was uneven and choppy, as though he did not speak often, and Belle quirked a inquisitive brow. Why did he sound like so? It was quite interesting..

The male, Chasen, quickly explained, and Belle nodded, then laughed. "That's interesting.. Having a second soul, I mean. Is.. is it like, um, hearing voices?" she asked. "Not that I think you are crazy or anything!" Belle hastily amended. Woah. Belle.. apologizing? Oh dear, she thought. Something was clearly wrong here. She looked away, her blue eyes not meeting his golden ones. Deciding she'd better change the topic before something she would regret would happen, she said, "So, what brings you here? To the prairie? I'm a loner, you see. A wanderer, I guess you could say," she smiled, her eyes glazing over slightly as she remembered all the beautiful and intriguing places she had been. They would have been even better if she had not been carrying around a broken heart. But what could you do?

Belle grinned, her gaze focusing again on Chasen. Chasen.. It reminded her of 'Chase.' Without thinking, she blurted out, "Would you mind if I called you Chase? Not that Chasen isn't a nice name, it's just that.. You seem like a Chase to me." Belle froze, her eyes widening slightly. No! No, no, no, no, no! This wouldn't work! Civilized conversation, nickname, smiling, laughing.. Oh, god, she thought. When was the last time I laughed? she thought sadly. Too long. Much, much too long.

Ah well. She would see where this took her. Laughing and smiling in a not crazy way was nice. It was probably the lion in him that was making her act so kind. Yes, just the lion. Just the lion. With that comforting thought in mind, she raised her blue orbs to meet his, her gaze unwavering. No longer would she be embarrassed. Embarrassment was a pathetic emotion, an emotion for the weak.

Belle would be kind to Chasen, but she would not stick around. She could not. It would slowly eat at her heart, her soul. Slowly and steady, each day turning her heart blacker and colder. It would be impenetrable, to all those who approached her. Though she was a cold and cruel wolf, Belle did not want that to happen to her. It was a fate none deserved. Except for ruthless killers, and betrayers. Betrayers. The single word left a dirtier taste in her mouth, even more so than if she had cursed a thousand times. For many wolves it was a horrid word, but to Belle it was even worse.

No. No, no, no, no, no! No! She would not think of that horrible, terrible, ugly, filthy, scumbag! Belle would think of Chasen. Not him. Anything, anyone but him. She smiled faintly at the lion myou, her gaze unfocused as she seemed to see something that was not there. Despite her rational part of her mind's protests, she saw a huge, white tiger myou. With amber eyes, and a smile on his handsome face. But then the image changed, to the same male, yet bloodstained and battered. Her work. Her painful, heartbreaking, soul-wrenching work. Belle was going to kill him.. But she couldn't. Because she was, still was, madly in love with that wolf.

As if someone had pulled a leaver or pressed a button, the hybrid snapped back to life, looking back at Chasen. "Oh. Oh! I'm so sorry," she apologized. "I was just.. remembering." The lioness-wolf tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. Why could she not let her past go? Past was past. Behind her. In front of her was Chasen, and a nice, bright future, betrayal-free. Yes, that would do nicely.

[Chasen]

OoC: I love how they are both blaming the lion instincts!! So have you thought of where this should go yet? I'm racking my brains and coming up with several scenarios (*cough*touching on rough past memories*uncough*) but I'd like to hear what you think first

Chasen heard his second soul purr in the back of his mind at her laugh. Buddy was getting a bit too friendly. Though Chasen unafraid watched and listened to her speak. Well jeez since the lion wouldn't let him be his self he might as well make use of conversation. It's not that Chasen was an evil wolf, he was just a bit rough around the edges. Though still he nodded at her, "Actually I've been called worse than crazy. But to answer it's like being born possessed; then you learn you have several different instincts; AND then you learn that your second soul can be difficult to control," he chuckled a bit.

"Yeah it's just not someone talking to you, but talking to you in a different language and when he's more in the present like now he makes you do crazy things. Like approach an hunting lioness," he explained. Inwardly he wanted to force the lion out to do the talking. He had no problems talking to females, he just didn't want to explain him self. Oh, man, he just did didn't he? Explain himself to this . . . actually rather gorgeous female. Well it could be worse, he could be fighting her. Luckily she didn't seem to be hungry or angry anymore so he relaxed a bit.

Feh one day at the beach he had no problems just giving short answers to an overly curious female and telling her to mind her own business but now he found himself just talking with out thinking. His voice was rough and deep but it was friendly enough for the two lions. Who fears voices when you both had lion instincts? "Me too, I'm a bit of a nomad since I was . . . ." he trailed off. His past? He let his own eyes look off into the distance. Well at least he wasn't the only one not used to the whole conversation thing. What the hell, sounded like she wasn't going to be an overly giddy and girl he opened up just a bit, "since I was exiled from my pack and went out to train. I like to fight and stuff . . . .

The second soul seemed to approve of his answer with a happy inward chuff that vibrated Chasen's own throat without making a sound. Though he felt a bit awkward at least this time it was because of himself and not because of something she said. He shook his mane and then turned his eyes back to Belle. His own eyes widened, a nickname? Did she want him to stick around for a bit? Should he explain to her that he wasn't interested for a night. Or was he just being a male. He ran a paw over his face before ducking his head and giving a laugh. Well why not, no one had ever wanted to get close enough to give him a nickname. "I can't promise I'll answer to it, but keep trying I'm sure 'Chase' will stick to me eventually. Just as long as we keep it between us."

He gave a small grin. And wondered off into thought again as a breeze stirred and brought her scent to him. 'She does smell nice, now I see why you want me to talk to her. . . . It feels nice talking to a big cat again. Even if she isn't one hundred percent Myou at least she doesn't hate me like the rest of the species.'

The lion snorted in an I-told-you-so fashion before quieting down into it's internal den. Then Belle actually caused Chasen to jump out of his own thoughts and back to the real world. Had he for real just done that? Got lost in thought without keeping his guard up? He sighed and then noticed the look on her face. Remembering what? He waited a beat before settling with, "it's fine. I was thanking my second soul for a minute. Um, remembering for me, leaves a bitter taste in my mouth too."

The past for himself was something he didn't like to think of either. Especially when he thought of what he and his lion did to his own former mate. Cheatin' bitch.' he growled inwardly and he felt his muscles tense, if his paws had retractable claws they would be digging in the Earth and clawing at it angrily. Though he didn't do much but stiffen his whole body. He stopped and relaxed though when his golden eyes met icy blue ones, they were like fire and ice. Well that was new. The anger left and he replaced the emotionless face with a kind smile. It brightened up his whole face, since it was such a rare treat. He couldn't help but think, maybe he'd find a friend here for a few days, an actual friend not a sparing partner. . . . Ok maybe she could show him some moves in her lion form. Not a bed time partner, ok if she put the moves first he wouldn't stop her, BUT only if she put the moves first. Just somewolf that would keep him company and have intelligent conversations with. Hunt a bit. . . he thought of that deer and had a passing thought if she would share or make him fetch his own. . . .

What am I thinking?! I miss my pack, that must be it. . . . I miss being around wolves that had those big cat-like instincts. That's all that's going on here. And that's all I'll let myself do here. Once night falls I'll leave again. We're both travelers we'd end up leaving each other eventually anyways. he thought to himself and frowned on the inside, why did that thought make him almost sad though? He instantly wanted to blame the second instincts that wanted him to be in a pride, but somehow he knew that was not the case. It was just easier to believe than the fact he was actually lonely.

[Belle]

Belle watched and listened as the male explained. Been called worse then crazy? That must have been hard, she thought. But really, she had been looked done on because of her hybridity. The part about the second soul being hard to control made her grin, and she relaxed. Maybe this was what she needed. Someone to talk to. Just.. be friendly with, and not spout the usual death threats if they took one step closer to her and stuff.

So he was a loner too? That was nice.. She nodded in understanding when he said he liked to fight. Well, that was something she could certainly relate to. The thought made her smile inwardly, at how easily she could understand that. Belle was built for fighting, what with yagi size and her whole lioness thing. The female was relieved when Chase excepted the nickname, and she grinned when he ran his paw over his face.

This whole feeling was so new and interesting. Just friendly. Nothing more, nothing less. Intriguing, it was. But not bad. Which, obviously, was why she was still here. Belle was a loner for a reason: she liked being her own boss. She decided what to do, she called the shots. If she didn't like something, she wouldn't do it. That was how it worked.

When Chase mentioned thanking his second soul, Belle tilted her head ever so slightly, thinking that over. It would be kind of like having a shadow. A talking shadow, of course. One that sometimes took over you and told you what to do.. Actually, it wasn't like a shadow at all, more like an internal friend. If one and their second soul got along, of course. Otherwise it would be torture. Stuck for eternity with someone you hated. That really would be torture.

Belle was so busy thinking about myou second souls, she almost missed the last words Chasen said. Remembering.. Belle tensed and let out a lion growl, before she realized Chase was still there. "Oh, sorry. I guess it's something else we have in common then, hm?" So far: two. Lion-like features and lion instincts, and bad pasts. Belle wondered what happened to him to make him bitter about his past, but then she realized that she would be quite angry if someone asked about her history, so she decided to be quiet. Oh my god.. she thought. Am I actually being...sensitive? Yes, yes I am, she answered herself coolly.

But it was no biggie. She was with another lion-ish wolf. That was her reason. You mean excuse, a voice quipped. Belle inwardly growled at the voice, a slight frown settling itself on her maw. No, she thought. Reason. Excuse! the voice fought back. Reason, she said firmly. Excuse, excuse, excuse, the voice said childishly.

Finally, fed up with the voice, Belle snapped, "Reason!" It was only a few seconds later that she realized that she'd said it out loud. "Oops! Sorry. I was, uh, just.. um, talking to myself. Silently." Belle shuffled her paws, obviously embarrassed. God, that was weird. Now he probably thinks I'm insane, Belle thought darkly.

A breeze carried the scent of her catch back to the two, and Belle jumped up. "Oh! Right, the catch. Do you want any? I ate most, but there is still some left," she offered. It was true; the prey had been partially devoured, but there was still enough left for a decent meal. The hybrid hadn't been that hungry, but it was always best to eat whatever you could, whenever you could. After you were a loner, you began to realize that a loner didn't get a good square meal everyday, and more often than not a lone wolf was left with a hungry stomach.

And Chase was a loner, so he would probably be hungry. And Belle had extra food, so she might as well let the wolf have it. She gave the male a small smile, then curled her tail around her right rear leg, awaiting Chasen's answer... And for some odd reason, hoping it would be yes.

OOC: I have no idea where I want this to go. Wherever you want, I guess! I'm really up for anything. -Shoves Belle forward- She needs to have some drama in her life. xD

[Chasen]

The angry snarl had him turn his head to the side. He knew it wasn't directed at him just the thought of the past again. Chasen sighed inwardly. The past was hard in a different way. Though now he was curious. He wondered how far their similarities ran? He thought about what she said after that and decided to test the waters a bit.

"well whoever pissed you off in your past I hope you ripped their throats out. I know I did," he nodded and then realized what he said right as she said reason. Hastily he started to explain, " . . . no would. I mean, I've had to whoop a few tails because of my species and if they made me mad I would snap at them. I mean i never meant to seriously hurt anyone, well there was that one time back in my pack I, well the lion and I, I should say, ki-"

It was almost out he almost said it but she in turn apologized and he just nodded still tense about what he said. He hope Belle didn't hear the words that almost slipped from his tongue. The truth he'd only told to ONE other wolf, the reason he was a loner, he'd slaughtered his mate. He really couldn't say killed. What was wrong with him? Seriously? To a stranger he was going to spill his guts about well everything he wanted to keep quiet about. He might as well tell her about ALL of his dirty deeds. About Master Redwood. It was getting harder for him to breath for some reason and he found he couldn't remember to breath. Was it exhale inhale? Or inhale exhale?

Food. He breathed out in a big whoosh and coughed. "Sorry. . . swallowed wrong," he choked out a bit.

Finally with one more hack he nodded eyes watering and his stomach answered for him with an angry growl. How long had he been hungry? "Food would be great.

With that said he gingerly stood up and stretched out the kicks that developed in his back and began to pad to the kill. Thankfully he didn't need to be wary of his size next to the female. They were about even. Which was fine with him. He found it attractive she wasn't a delicate little thing that feared him upon looking at him. Though as he noted earlier she was graceful, just like her lion self. He and his second soul agreed with one thing, they were lucky to have met her.

OoC: Now I think they are cute! HAHA! I could see another wolf come up upon them thinking, "oh what a nice conversation maybe I'll join. . . ." Then end up getting chased out of the vicinity for them mistaking our tough kitty wolves as some what friendly. Or how she can speak lion, if Chase looses himself she would be there to talk to the lion. Lion I think sees her as a possible pride member. Chasen is still clueless.