hunter 3/5
unbecoming, a mane in a leonine woman,quipped uhuru, thought he was not immune to sancha's flattery. he saw this for her as a matter of course, for her own jokes and teasing had not abated since before fresh visage was glimpsed in the water.
had she been the same in earlier life? uhuru tried to imagine it, his form stuffed into a foreign skin and reborn into an unknown face. he found he did not like the image at all.
and he did not know what a fishmonger might be.
dog-maimed kudu had escaped the spotted pack only to be trailed by leopard and hyena. lion stooped beneath lone acacia to inspect the pug marks and the white feces left by each alike.
be'st we in competition,uhuru declared to sancha. his own tail rose, nails extended -- a spray of pungent oily urine against unwitting bole to declare his intent for dominance.
