Meraka wasn’t doing a whole lot of anything important today. Unless you counted grooming yourself as important. Oh who was he kidding? Grooming oneself was one of the most important things in existence! It honestly disgusted the leopard to know that there were some out there who simply never groomed at all. Why anyone would
not care about personal hygiene was beyond the leopard.
That said however Meraka considered that maybe it was because they simply weren’t him. After all, he had a fairly important position within the pride, one of esteemed prestige that not simply any could come and snatch away. Only the best of the best fighters within the Kipi were named elite members and being the best meant looking the best. Or it meant that to Meraka anyways.
Not that any of that really mattered at the moment. Currently the leopard was out in the roguelands and contemplating dirtying up his shiny-clean fur by snagging something for lunch. Yes maybe a nice antelope or zebra would fill his belly and ah-
Wasn’t that… The champion?
Meraka flicked his tailed and took a moment to decide his next course of action, then, he slapped on a smile and proudly began walking towards the purple lion. “Hello there! Zuka!” He greeted merrily. “What might you be doing out here?”
