Post by kharress on Aug 3, 2011 9:59:32 GMT -5
Jibwa sat, waiting. As she heard the King of the PrideLands call out she got up. She padded over to where she had emerged from the tall savannah grass and lowered her head, shaking her crimson half mane. Her deep grey and brown pelt was blending into the golden stalks of overhanging grass blades. It shaded her from most of the beating sun, but the heat never ceased.