𝒜𝓊𝑔𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓈

The winds of the desert whip against your body as you travel through. Ahead of you rolling dunes seem to stretch on forever much to your annoyance. Suddenly a flurry of papers, snatched up in the winds, flutter to your paws! You are about to kick them away when suddenly a voice calls
“Wait! Wait! Those are mine!”
You look around in confusion only to look down and see a rather small lion splayed out over the papers, scooping them together with small paws.
“Can’t you hear fur for brains?!” The lion looks up at you with a glare!
You step back a tail length to see that the lion is now rolling the papers back up and stuffing them into a pouch on their side.
“typical,” it sneers, “us small guys have to do everything. You’d think with your size your brain might be big enough to form a clear thought, but clearly not.”
You let out a growl not too keen on the lion’s words. Giving a fearful squeak the little lion scampers off, scrolls and all.
“Brute!” You hear called out as it runs.