Hearing the loud, ear-piercing screaming from the poacher a few yards away from her, Chaltuu jerked awake. "For the love of the stars, what is your problem? Shut up!" the reddish-brown lioness snapped angrily, her thick, disheveled fur bristling and her lips drawn back in a fierce snarl. She assumed he had had a nightmare, but he didn't have to screech and wail about it. It wasn't like he was being murdered... She unsheathed her long, hooked claws and tore up a little bit of the soil beneath her, shooting an intense, irritated glare at Adofo. She herself had suffered from nightmares and sometimes still did, so perhaps she could relate a little, but she never awoke shrieking from them.
[Why am I not surprised in the slightest that he had a nightmare?]