”Out of your league?” Zina stated, rolling her eyes as her voice adopted a more sarcastic pitch. ”And just what would your league be Shani? From what you’ve told me, the only lionesses that have even given you the time of day within this shameful excuse for a pride, were quite hostile towards your advances. So if I am gauging the situation right, your league involves you almost getting your head chewed off or your sides all scratched up, am I right?”
Lifting her head and casually placing a fore paw under her chin to look as though she was interested in what his response might be, Zina’s tail continued to sway thoughtfully behind her as her eyes continued to survey Shani’s physique. While she made no effort to try and mask her obvious interest with her company, Zina kept up a casual facade as she lowered her head down to the ground once more, rolling onto her back now as she gazed up at Shani with an innocent stare before speaking up once more.
”Well, I suppose if you have no interest whatsoever in me Shani, you won’t mind if I clean myself in front of you? I mean, obviously I’m not your type and so that wouldn’t make you feel the least bit awkward now would it?”
Having dealt with males who were similar to Shani during her past travels, Zina had a natural skill of keeping the odds stacked in her favor and knowing that if, in fact, Shani was telling the truth, he most likely would have left her presence at the first chance he got, but instead, he had seemed to make himself quite at home within her newly appointed den, giving the white furred Shaman a clear indication that either he had nothing better to do with his time, or he secretly had taken a fancy to her. Regardless which scenario was true, Zina wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to toy with him as she remembered the way he had treated her the first time they had met way back when.