by Iri » December 11th, 2014, 2:45 am
[To be honest, it seems more like Peter Pan, but all right. "OFF TO NEVERLAND!" Yeah, sorry for that surge of caps.]
As the sun rose into the sky and cast splinters of pale, faint light down on the territory, Neema stirred. "Enzi, you awake?" she whispered. If he didn't respond, she would go hunting. She wouldn't bother Chaltuu until the russet lioness woke up herself- she knew Chaltuu detested the daytime, and although she seemed to be getting slightly more used to it, she was always in a foul mood when the sunlight was clear.