[Private] Initial Rivals

[SnowyCheetah]

Snowy was used to seeing blood on one's muzzle; just not antelopes. He smiled and excitedly went over to the dead animal to finally resolve his hunger. That was amazing! he exclaimed, sniffing the antelope curiously before digging his jaws into the flesh of its side, purring loudly as he tasted the meat. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before, and much better and more satisfying than the prey from the mountains. Thank you. he said, his mouth full, as his hunger pangs began to subside. After eating his fill, the full-bellied snow cheetah went back to the stream to wash the blood from his gray-furred muzzle and paws.

[AustralianChaos]

Tanga waved off Snowy's comment as he himself dug into the freshly-caught meal. "Not really...it's just how we hunt."

Tanga ate with gusto, rapidly filling his underfed body. Sighing and releasing a small purr as he finished, he sat back, smiling and nodding in appreciation at Snowy words of thanks. When the cheetah finished his meal, Tanga followed him back towards the river, knowing he must look even messier than the cheetah, since he had caught the antelope as well as eaten.

"So..." he said, his curiosity getting the better of him at long last. "What sort of things do you hunt in your old home?"

[SnowyCheetah]

Mostly things that fly... birds, I think they're called. White ones. Feathers taste nasty. Snowy said, ready for a nap. Lying back, he purred and flicked his tail, drifting off to sleep. I'm going to... sleep awhile... he said, already snoring and purring a bit. After such an eventful immediate past, he was about ready to pass out.

[AustralianChaos]

Tanga looked down at Snowy as the cheetah drifted off to sleep. How did he hunt birds? he wondered to himself. He's stuck on the ground...yet can hunt things that fly... Tanga made a mental note to ask Snowy about it when he got the chance...and perhaps even request a demonstration when they next went hunting.

Deciding that, despite the eventful day he had endured, he was not quite ready for sleep, he decided to follow the trail of massive paw prints, to see if he could find this white lion they had just recently met...Dixon, he said his name was.

He followed the paw prints for a short distance, then began to call out when he noticed them getting more recent. "Dixon? You out there?"

[SnowyCheetah]

Dixon rustled behind some branches, and yawned as he walked into view, his paws making thudding sounds with each heavy step. Yes? he said, his eyes droopy and struggling to focus. He'd been asleep, but wasn't adverse to waking in order to accomodate his guests. Something I can... help you with? he said, struggling not to fall back asleep as he woke up, his eyes adjusting to the light. I hope you had a good meal. he said, as the thought popped into his head. A bit on the droopy side, the great white lion wasn't completely himself.

[AustralianChaos]

"Oh..." Tanga said guiltily as he noticed Dixon's exhausted expression. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were resting as well." He shuffled, the guilt easy enough to spot on his body as he considered his position, and tried to back out of it.

"Yes, the meal was great, thanks," he added, his tone still guilty. "I'll just...leave you to get some sleep, then...sorry again for disturbing you." He turned around to leave, mentally slapping himself for his idiotic mistake. He should have realised everyone would be exhausted, considering everyone seemed to have been through an awfully hard time lately.

[SnowyCheetah]

Dixon chuckled a bit. It's perfectly alright. he said woth a smile, sitting down with another yawn coming out of his huge mouth. I'd like to know a little more about you, if you don't mind. he said, plucking an orange-looking fruit from a tree and biting into it with a crunch, smiling as he ate it. Then he plucked another and held it put to Tanga. Want one? he asked, practically setting it in front of the lion as he finished his own snack.

[AustralianChaos]

Tanga turned back as Dixon waved off his apologies, managing to give the lion a hesitant smile. "That's fine...I'd like to know more about you, too," he replied, sitting down in front of the massive white lion.

But when Dixon pulled a fruit from a nearby tree and offered it to Tanga, he just stared at for a moment, until Dixon bit into it. "Uhh...what is this?" he asked, looking hesitantly at the fruit as he tentatively grabbed it with a paw, looking it over, wondering whether he should actually take a bite, or politely decline. He'd never heard of a lion eating anything other than animal meat, so this was completely new to him.

[SnowyCheetah]

Dixon smiled as he licked his lips, cleaning off what was left of the fruit's juices on his muzzle. It's called fruit. he said. It isn't meat but it's still filling, and quite a different taste. he was hesitant to pick off another piece and eat it. But don't eat too much or you'll become ill. I limit myself at one in a day. Dixon smirked as he saw Tanga staring at the fruit in his paw, trying to decide whether to eat it. Go ahead, Tanga, it won't bite. Dixon said with a chuckle.

[AustralianChaos]

Tanga chuckled at Dixon's comment...although the earlier quip about too many making him ill went a long way into putting him off the fruit.

He decided, in the end, that he might as well give it a try, and took a tentative, but sizable bite into the fruit, jerking his head back as his muzzle was covered in the juices that lay inside. He almost gagged at the sweet taste the fruit left in his mouth, but perservered through it and swallowed, shivering as the taste lingered on his tongue.

He looked up at Dixon, managing a weak smile. "I think I prefer the meat..." he did a double take on the taste, and found that he was already starting to get used to the sweetness. "...but I could eat the fruit in a pinch, I guess."

Deciding against easting the rest of the fruit, not wanting to test how much of the stuff he could handle without getting sick. Dixon limited himself to one a day, but Tanga was much smaller, therefore surmised that a lot less would make him sick.

He sat in fron of Dixon, alternating his gaze between his paws, which were shuffling in the grass in nervousness, and Dixon's head, which sat a long way above Tanga's. Tanga was curious about Dixon's size, but did not know how to bring it up without possibly insulting the white lion.

In the end, he decided to bring up a different subject. "I've never seen a lion quite like you, before...how'd you get the white fur?" he asked at long last.