He'd escaped (yay!) from the otherwise busy center of the pride; he'd been a rather interesting source of entertainment today and while it wasn't entirely unexpected, he was grateful to have finally removed himself from the scene. Now he had the chance to be alone, take a breath and just relax... This game in the form of a relieved groan as he essentially took on the form of a 'rug' on the floor.
Such was the manner in which he found himself splayed out that he might have looked just like a piece of furniture had it not been for the fact that he was breathing. Granted, the fact he hadn't been gutted and skinned yet was probably another way to tell but stranger things had happened - the drunk often saw peculiar things and it was possible they could simply step on him.
For now though?
Well for now he simply closed his eyes and savoured the moment of silence. Even his limbs stopped protesting and he could feel his sense of humour, or rather just himself, returning. Too much strategic planning was bad for the soul, if he wasn't careful he was going to transform into his father and that would be boring for everyone.
Seaki