"Is he still there?" Neisti asked Tuhrata. He was crouched down on his belly, as low as he could get, and half-squirmed under a rock which he planned to drop on the lion below as soon as he could get into a good position with the proper leverage.
Tuhrata, darker-haired but lighter-furred, scrambled around the rock his brother was half underneath, taking care to move quietly. He fixed his orange eyes, which the brothers shared, on the pinkish lion below. He was still there, but...
"He's moved," he hissed back. "I don't think the rock will land on him now."
There was a long-suffering sigh from partially beneath the rock as Neisti processed this information. The sigh ended in a growl as he reached the conclusion that he would have to work his way back out from beneath the rock and then come up with another plan.
"Any way you could convince him to move back under the rock?" he asked hopefully.
Tuhrata was not particularly thrilled with that idea, but he shrugged and said, "I'll try."
Then he hopped lightly down and moved into the pink lion's line of sight.
Abominable Greenie