Ooc: Again, I’m rusty so bare with me
This was usually a dry and arid place, one where a particularly grumpy lioness would blend right in. Aye, but it was the rainy season, and the mixture of greenery and mud, made her stand out like a sore thumb. Grumbling about the muck, and the lack of blood on her lips, Loki stopped through the scrubland like a petulant child, her dusty shoulders slumped with boredom. “It’s been AGES since the drought, there should be more than enough prey in this dump. And I should be the one to kill them all. And you know what, if you guys would just let me......” Loki glared behind her, expecting to see the two hunters following after her. Instead, she saw one of them, her black and brown coat nearly blending with her surroundings as she sat a ways off, feigning disinterest. Their leader was nowhere to be seen. “Where’s Njorda?”

Persephone licked a black paw absentmindedly and shrugged. “Dunno. Have you lost sight of her?” She shifted the pack around her neck, various plants and shells clamoring inside it. Her eyes never once glanced in the direction of her leader, so as not to give away her hiding spot, even when Loki growled and called her a liar. “Use your training, find her yourself. You wouldn’t simply expect prey to stand out in the open or tell you where it hides.”

Loki casts her teacher an incredulous glare before looking around for an easy solution. She spots a lone tree not far off and smirks, an idea already forming in her twisted mind. Quickly making her way to it, she mumbles under her breath about being underestimated and treated like a child. “You’ll see...” she growls as she easily climbs to the highest branches of the tree.

Suddenly, she slips and tumbles to the ground in a heap. Even though the fall was a short one, only four or five feet, she snarls and rolls around on the ground as though in great pain. She is inconsolable when Persephone appears at her side, digging through her pack for something to help.

“Loki!” A voice calls out as a third lioness appears out from where she had been hiding, her red stripped fur completely coated in mud. A few strides and she is at the young lionesses side, checking her for injuries. Her mood quickly shifts as she is met with snickers and giggles. “What the hell?”

Loki quickly gets on her feet, flashing a fang filled grin. “I win.” Her snickers can be heard even over the snarls of her companions.