PART XIV (Chapter 14)
"And this is what I get for not going to hunting lessons Rika" the lioness mumbled. While she crouched low in the grass and waited for the antelopes to stop catching onto her obvious presence near them, all she could do was hope that they would somehow lose their instincts that something was hunting them and stay put. It wasn't a question as to whether or not Rika was fast enough; it was more of whether or not her large and long limbs decided to be quick as her temper was to flare. And with the blazing eyes of hers practically setting the fields on fire, she was sure she was going to stop paying more attention to the targets and more of making sure she showed the other antelopes that the one she was going to catch was going to be the largest, and juciest one. That'll show em, she thought while rolling her shoulders, teach 'em to laugh at me and get away with it! She was of course, just imagining them laughing at her, but it seemed real enough to her. And so with another attempt that was sure to be successful this time, the lioness leaped forward already figuring out that the prey had figured she was close as they were unusually light on their feet as opposed to completely surprised antelope who were clumsy on their hooves to begin which gave the hunter the advantage. As she bounded forward and let the grasses swipe her across her orange pelt, she could feel her anger clouding her vision but she kept those blue hues of hers on the prize.
Rika shot forward at a break neck pace to meet the side of the hunted, ever so closely keeping her eyes on where it was leaping so she could catch it on the wrong leap and knock it over to her advantage. But alas, while she was paying too much attention to what was beside her, she forgot that there would be things in front of her. THUD! Into a tree from what seemed like out of no where, Rika identified herself as a cartoon character while she slid down the trunk and onto the ground. If anyone had seen her...she would have been seen as a loser. Oh what did she care? An agitated growl seeped through her lips while she tried to think less about the pain in her head and more about the pain in the neck it was to try and catch one of those stupid things on her own. Usually, she had the rest of the pride females with her to help out in catching their meal, but today was different. Today, she was hunting all by herself because she wasn't hunting for her own food-- she was hunting for Aber. It had been like that for the past few weeks, as the two Outlanders had been locked away in that creepy cave for almost a month, and Rika had been barely managing to provide for them. Sometimes she would have to scavenge for left over bits from the pride's dinner, or even risk her behind to sneak over to another pride's meal and take some bits. All for some stinkin' Outlanders. But she obviously didn't think that badly of them if she was trying so hard to get them some food in order to survive another day.
The lioness was about to get herself off the ground to look for some scraps when she saw a dash of dark brown and caramel whiz past her eyes and into the hunting grounds. It was none other than Jasira, and her eyes were set on the same antelope that Rika was going after a few short moments ago-- and unlike Rika, Jasira was unusually good at this kind of thing. All Rika could do was watch with her eyes wide and her mouth scrunched to the side in defeat while her blues followed the best friend of hers to the successful kill and a smug look over her face. "Did I get what you wanted?"
"Shut up" she replied with her eyebrow raised and paws crossed over each other. They were joking of course, but Rika would never let Jasira know that it secretly ticked her off inside to know that a younger female than her would be able to do it without any real hassle. Jasira was many things, and something she wasn't was a failure. In anything. Rika's grin brimmed brightly when Jasira dragged the dead meat over to them and dropped it. "Thanks".
"No probs, let's chow down--"
"No!" Rika stopped the lioness right as she was about to take a hunk of meat out of the neck, and Jasira's green eyes looked up at her best friend to search what the startling stop was meant for; if the meat wasn't for them, then who? Usually Rika was able to tell Jasira anything with the firm and knowledgeable knowing that Jasira would keep her mouth shut but she knew herself that if Jasira were to somehow slip the lip about her little trouble making, she would be in so much trouble that she would probably be kicked out of the pride. There was no other choice-- she would have to tell the truth. "It's for mom". Okay, borderline truth; Aber was a mother. With her answer, and Rika's face showing a truthful expression, Jasira backed away from the carcass and nodded while she looked up at her best friend.
"Need me to help you carry it there?" How thoughtful...but unneeded.
"No no, I can carry it on my own" replied the orange lioness. Jasira, though she was allowing Rika to get off with the simple answer of giving it to her mother was not done once auburn female spotted the slightest smirk on her bestie's face. "What?"
"So you can carry it, but you can't catch it?"
"I just can't, okay?!" This was starting to get annoying-- not to mention Jasira was teasing the older lioness in front of her without mercy. Like Rika needed any more reminders that she couldn't catch something without having her head slam into a tree once or twice in the process.
Jasira only laughed at her best friend's reaction and thus turned herself around. "Whatever you say, Rika". That was such a sarcastic tone she strutted through the air with her tail so high and head just as high that she couldn't even drown if she was walking into water but it was something that Rika loved about the younger lioness. When Jasira walked away with a last look over to the orange scruffy female, Rika replied back with a smile all the while sticking her tongue out for show that she was aware Jasira's jokes were light hearted and she was acting in the same manner back. And now that there was no one to witness the apparent treason, Rika hauled the corpse back to the Naborhi lions' den with much effort and little break along the way-- yes she ran into a few trees along the way, but it was all in vain when she reached the den finally. As well as silencing her vocalized grunts and groans of frustration at how heavy the death she towed was and the legs she walked with were so seemingly weak, she slowed herself down to heighten the sense of sound she would have for those around her.
Where two rocks collided over head to create a large shadow over her body, that was when she knew she was right in front of the prison cave without having to take her eyes off what was in front of her. It was helpful to be so aware as she was of her surroundings that would increase her sneaky cat nature as well as warn her of any kind of activity of being spied on. She doubted she was going to be though-- none of the lionesses or lions were that stalk-ish. Really, the only one she had to be worried about was her mother, Vasha-- she was scarily good at reading her daughter like an open book no matter how closed the covers may be. The issue of the rock barrier that kept the largest bit of light from entering the cave wasn't much of an issue for Rika as it was probably the adrenaline coursing through her veins at the moment that was fueling her new found strength to get the boulder moved aside. It wasn't much of a hassle, but she still had to chip in minimal efforts to make sure that the thing was moved and would stay to the side in time for her to be able to get the meat in and get out before any other lions from the pride would catch onto her. Slowly but surely she crawled in with the obvious recognition that she was bearing food with the smell of death and fresh meat swirling around the air to the noses of the Outlanders in the cave to catch on and come over to help her. When she was sure they could take it from there, the orange female relieved herself of the task and took a breather while the duo shared the feast.
But Aber was nothing short of mannerisms, "thank you, Rika". Rika smiled with a don't-mention-it expression while she toppled over and relaxed her body to mold to the rocks on the floor. Her eyes could never be closed when she was this awake so she could examine the lovely formation of rocks that made up the 'home' of these two, while listening to growling (no doubt from Zayar) and the ripping of fresh flesh. Pretty soon the smell was intoxicating her own nose and that was when she knew it was time to leave for the best of not getting distracted by the fact that she was now hungry. But what a nice smell...and nice looking catch...despite the bloody muzzles and obvious pleasure the two were getting in the free lunch, she couldn't help but stare. She had skipped breakfast this morning in order to sleep in while the pride did some hunting-- including teaching lessons to the new adults of the pride.
"See you guys later" she bid farewell to the mother-son pair while she reminded herself that there were a few bits and pieces from this morning she saw when she was hunting left over. If someone hadn't come and picked them up already, she could have herself something to sustain her grumbling belly for at least until tomorrow and without even noticing Zayar and his mother watching her out, she closed the rock over the enterance and trotted off to get herself something to eat.
"Mother, huh?" The voice almost sent Rika into a fit while she sprung up from the ground and landed back down only to have her claws extended from obvious shock of the sound coming from out of no where. But of course, she knew that the remark could have only come from the lioness whom had helped her to get the meat she had dragged this far, seeing her round the corner with an obviously raised eyebrow and dropped jaw. "Rika you know if you get caught you're in major trouble". Well no duh, that's why she was being so secretive about it-- even to her best friend whom she told everything to! Was it really time for lectures right now? ...well she had nothing better to do, she guessed, so there was really nothing standing in her way of completing a certain task that needed immediate attention.
"Yes Jasira, I'm aware".
"Why are you jeopardizing Duna, or even Tendai?"
Because it was the right thing to do? I have a heart? It was my fault that the lions were locked away forever in the first place? "'cause I'm stupid?" That seemed like the best answer for the this situation to get her neck out of the way of being cut by her best friend. Either from out of worry or reassuring that Rika was indeed not the brightest star in the sky sometimes, Jasira didn't really have a way of making Rika feel like she was in too much of a bad bind when she really was.
"Clearly. But that's not what I--"
Jasira and Rika were both paused in that little locked one-on-one with each other when they spotted a male running towards them. It was the flashy Sy and he looked like he was in a hurry to find the two of them. "You guys, come quick!" He sped off, but Rika and Jasira caught up with no trouble at all seeing as how they had just started running.
"Sy, what's going on?" Rika questioned while she moved her body at the same pace as he did, Jasira close at her side.
"It's Adeola and Buziba! You gotta come quick!" Something about them? Could Adeola or Buziba had been in trouble? Or both of them being in some kind of danger? It couldn't have been that bad for what Rika thought-- Adeola was the eldest daughter of Tendai, so there was non-stop speculation of what was going on with that lioness. Rika could even remember when she first got together with Buziba that Tendai was giving the new male a pretty hard time though he was eventually let into the pride to be with his mate. Hey, it was either Adeola stays close to home where daddy and step-mommy could keep a close eye on her, or Adeola rebel and leave to who knows where for no one to probably ever see her again. But eventually over time Buziba was just like family, and Tendai grew fond of the young male that suited his daughter. But now something was happening to them? What could it have been, and why was Sy looking so rushed?