He turns back to the lion, apparently not very phased. His eyes search the grasses for one of the older lions before settling back to the cub. You have killed the furless ones. There's a particularly feral purr to the query. The cheetah has killed too, it seems.
Amber eyes look out on the world with fascination and a near tangible sense of wonder.
Moonwatcher's ears flatten distastefully at the sound of the hyenas. They will take even this meager thing. They do not run as the gazelle. They are not strong like the wildebeest. They do not even have the ferocity of the warthog.