He had gained some trophies of late. The sand storm had finally abated so he could finally return to his rounds as a warden, but the sand storm had fetched him some trophies. He had an eye for things and while the sand had partly covered the trinket he now wore around his wrist he had dug it out to display it proudly.
The great sand storm had of course been a bad omen and while he did not believe in such things he had been more than pleased when it was over. He had of course not been born on the sand and that meant that he had, had to adjust to the way of life here, learning to walk on the constantly shifting grains was a pain in the a**, but learning to breath in a sand storm had proven most uncomfortable.
Of course now it was over the bright scorching sun beat down on his blood red pelt as he strode along the dunes heading for his post. The sand storm may have been unlucky but it had brought him new trinkets so he was in tow minds if it had actually been good luck disguised as bad.
She was out today. Released from the pride and back on the hunt. It felt horrible not able to do what she was supposed to. Zynab took her role as a hunter very seriously. Her party was ahead of her. There was a reason she wanted to bring up the rear. It was a bit more responsibility, making sure they weren't being followed, but at the same time she got a few moments to compose herself.
