Owned by _Lover_
Food Branch
A lion is seen spearing a carcass to a branch, where others alike are settled on. The male turns to you, his red eyes are almost a blood orange when the moon hits them right. "I assume you're here for something to feast on?" The lion, Doil, as you soon find out, announces toward you. You nod, letting the big cat pass you a goats' leg.
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