Bathsheba,
Lioness of Junior Member
Played by glass
♛


She had merely been enjoying the cool tranquility of the beach, but her ears perked and eyes narrowed as she squinted at a distant, flailing form. Paws damp from meandering in and out of the surf, the movement of her slender limbs elongated into an elegant lope, sand flinging haphazardly from where it clung to her soggy ankles. As she approached, the hazy form materialized - she had not known what to expect, but this was certainly not it. Before her a little cub, a sprite compared to her sinewy, goliath form, wrestled unsuccessfully with an ornery crab.

Other women might perhaps have rushed and cooed at the child's side. Bathsheba merely slowed to a languid walk as she approached, unsure of what to make of the situation. Though her slack lips and slow sashay remained an expression of lazy, disinterested poise, the crimson damsel clearly stifled a glimmer of laughter at her eyes. "I know a big, strong warrior like you doesn't need my help, but...". The woman's narrow red head lowered with jaws parted to gently crush and kill the angered bottomfeeder - the desert dweller resented the briny taste of seafood, but the child looked like he wouldn't win this fight alone.

Her movements were lazy, as she was in no rush to put an end to such a comical situation. If the cub struggled enough, he still had the chance to prove her wrong, before she wrenched the ornery crustacean away from his paw.