Or shadows on grass. He lifts his head up and peers around for the other cat, tail suddenly still as he scents the air. He stops occassionally, lifting his head up to get a better scent of the lions before finally reaching the base of the shrubbery and sniffing around the roots. She makes an inquiring noise at him. Immature and still finding his way in the world, this lion cub has a tawny color coat which follows a steady gradient to a darker golden color at the tip of his tail, the coloring lighter along his belly.
Amber eyes look out on the world with fascination and a near tangible sense of wonder.
His amber golden gaze looks out over the savannah before he lies down, tail curled in a slight upward swirl with the end twitching. Moonwatcher wanted to see the runner cat, mother, but the grass makes it hard. His ear flicks absently and then, the cheetah is forgotten, once more, as if he didn't exist. She turns back to Koro, one forepaw lifting to tap him on the forehead. Moonwatcher shows his immediate confusion, but he chews on the riddle like it's a fresh kill.