like punching in a dream [open]

[* zira]

Well there was always something new. Waking up in the mountains came under this category. Zira couldn’t quite remember how she had gotten here, she remembered chasing after a particularly succulent wildebeast, or had it been a gazelle? But she had chased the blasted animal up here, that was all she could figure out. She found herself in a small enclave in the rock face, a mini cavern of sorts, although it was too shallow to be a proper cave and the almost unrecognisable footpath lay outside. With a disgruntled yawn, exposing two rows of sharp teeth the lioness pulled herself off of the floor, stretching cat likely in her back legs, pulling at the tender muscles in her back.

The rangy lioness padded to the front of her hiding place and glanced out. The weather was simply awful, looming iron grey clouds huddled overhead, threatening to rain. Combine this with the jagged mountains and the overall hostility of the place, it wasn’t a particularly nice sight. The lighting made Zira’s already tan fur appear darker, and her vivid amber and ochre eyes shone out into the darkness. The familiar ache of hunger clawed at her abdomen, and the lioness slunk along the mountain face, digging her claws into the barren earth to keep her balance and her tail slung low behind her.

“Now to find lunch…”

[mooch]

(Hopefully Mooch will not be eaten too quickly, lol.)

He had never been to a place like this before.

At first, he thought it was kind of cool. Mooch had a whole mountainside to explore, and had spent his time following interesting scents and trying to hop from rock to rock, but then he had gotten bored rather fast. Now Mooch lay on the ground, head on his paws as he moped. It wasn't as fun without other canines around for him to talk and roughhouse with. Also, he didn't want to admit it, but this place was seriously giving him the creeps. It was all dark, and the craggy rocks uncomfortably put him in mind of the teeth of some large predator with the way they looked outlined against the dark sky. Worst of all, it was about rain. He never thought he'd ever say this, but he would accept anyone as company here, even Lucky and his goody two-paws friends.

And speaking pf big meat-eating animals... Mooch crouched down and froze, staring up at the lithe tawny shape on the peaks above. What was that coming down the mountain? It was definitely feline. Could it be a cougar? Mooch thought he was tough, but even he had his limits. He was no match for a cougar. He didn't know if it had seen him yet or not. His mind warred between running or finding somewhere to hide. If he ran, it might spot him and chase him.

Noticing a hollow log laying on the slope several feet away from his position, the sheepdog loped over to it. He was skinny enough to slip inside it, and did so. He then hunkered down, hoping the cat wouldn't decide to investigate he trunk.