DavyJnah
He'd been utterly miserable since his defeat at the paws of the green lioness. Calder didn't even know her name, but she still seemed to haunt him. He had the worst luck with askoruns, maybe he'd stop and stick of viking. That was something he understood well. The green male made an unpleasant grimace of distaste.
Everything seemed to remind him of her! He'd stalked around the pride in a bad mood for most of the morning and scared some thralls with his foul looks. It hadn't helped for long. Did he want to run into her or not? Calder felt his answer would change by the minute. Sure he did, so he could trounce her back. No he didn't for she'd taunt him for his loss. There was something else that was bothering him that he couldn't place a paw on.
Finally he headed back toward his den to think. There was something strange about her. Maybe he could talk to a priestess about it.