For a moment, Ida anticipated her words would result in a scuffle between the two--cats were feisty little things after all--but to her surprise, Solrentorro's indignation faded rather quickly. She followed his gaze to the smaller cat and nodded gruffly, eyes trailing the dangerous looking spines which dotted his tough flesh with approval.
"Good 'tuh meet yuh," she rumbled, nodding to Aguipua. The two were a strange combination, but even stranger then came the lion's generous instruction to hand Ida the rest of their catch. She didn't even have to ask, had they only wanted the pelt? She had half the mind to lunge for it then and snap up as much meat as she could before the big cat changed his mind, but she remained rooted to the spot and quirked her brow with confused suspicion. Slowly he began to circle her, and it took a great deal of effort to keep her pelt from instinctually bristling as she followed his motion with her beady gaze.
"Yuh ain't wantin' th' rest uh it?" she asked, though certainly didn't refuse the offer. Her question was quickly answered, and visible surprise and intrigue crossed her expression at the confirmation that their plantlike attributes didn't stop at just appearances. "Interestin'," Ida muttered, looking from the delicate petals of Solren's mane down to the funny little dandelion puff which tipped his tail.
"Yuh ever try eatin' meat? It's fun. Good treat--most I eat'r rocks," she snapped her mandibles for emphasis and ground her jaws, showing off a mouthful of teeth which aside from her canines were blunted and flat. Motion caught her attention from the corner of her vision, and she turned away from Solren to watch as his smaller companion dragged the rest of the wool away from the ewe's corpse. The great dog swiped her tongue around her jowls and grinned, lumbering forwards and pressing her nose into the raw flesh to drink in its warm scent.
"Thanks," she rumbled. Though her mouth watered, she made no move yet to bite into the fresh meat, instead turning back towards the lion to answer his further questions. "Can't tell ah'm uh dame?" she asked, a playful offense held in her tone but no real indignation. She'd assumed the two were male judging by voice and the title of King, but she supposed it probably wouldn't hurt to ask them either. "N' y'all?"
"Good 'tuh meet yuh," she rumbled, nodding to Aguipua. The two were a strange combination, but even stranger then came the lion's generous instruction to hand Ida the rest of their catch. She didn't even have to ask, had they only wanted the pelt? She had half the mind to lunge for it then and snap up as much meat as she could before the big cat changed his mind, but she remained rooted to the spot and quirked her brow with confused suspicion. Slowly he began to circle her, and it took a great deal of effort to keep her pelt from instinctually bristling as she followed his motion with her beady gaze.
"Yuh ain't wantin' th' rest uh it?" she asked, though certainly didn't refuse the offer. Her question was quickly answered, and visible surprise and intrigue crossed her expression at the confirmation that their plantlike attributes didn't stop at just appearances. "Interestin'," Ida muttered, looking from the delicate petals of Solren's mane down to the funny little dandelion puff which tipped his tail.
"Yuh ever try eatin' meat? It's fun. Good treat--most I eat'r rocks," she snapped her mandibles for emphasis and ground her jaws, showing off a mouthful of teeth which aside from her canines were blunted and flat. Motion caught her attention from the corner of her vision, and she turned away from Solren to watch as his smaller companion dragged the rest of the wool away from the ewe's corpse. The great dog swiped her tongue around her jowls and grinned, lumbering forwards and pressing her nose into the raw flesh to drink in its warm scent.
"Thanks," she rumbled. Though her mouth watered, she made no move yet to bite into the fresh meat, instead turning back towards the lion to answer his further questions. "Can't tell ah'm uh dame?" she asked, a playful offense held in her tone but no real indignation. She'd assumed the two were male judging by voice and the title of King, but she supposed it probably wouldn't hurt to ask them either. "N' y'all?"