One of the stronger rainstorms was pushing through their jungle, making the world dark and wet, not that it wasn’t often like that regardless, the lion thought with a grin. As it was though, he lived for those moments, when he could blend so perfectly into the leaves as if he were one. Of course, he would probably be sought out at some point soon. His pride mates were itching to find out when the next tournament would be held, and he knew that he would need to give an answer before they all exploded.
Tail flicking behind him, Atreyu slowly eased himself down from the branch he’d made his perch and landed with a plop in the mud. Aurra was surely going to give him an earful for getting mud all over their den, but honestly, he was looking forward to it. He did so love to rile her up sometimes.
With a huff, he began weaving his way through the foliage, knowing where to go despite not being able to see his surroundings very well.
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The rain felt good against his silver pelt, though he stuck out a great deal better than Atreyu, who blended into the jungle like a ghost. Causing Moselle to almost walk square into their leader, but instead he caught himself in time and took a few steps backwards and gave a damp smile, water dripping from his pink mane as he looked at the darker male. "Lovely night for a walk isn't it?" The mud on their leader not nearly as noticeable as the mud splattered against his alabaster skin. 
