Lion of Prideless
Played by Fess

There.

Not a scent. Not yet. But sound. Soft. Carefully placed. Rhythmic. Steps. On the ground, in and on the swampy ground. And then scent. Mixed in with the mud, and rot, and murk. The scent of wet fur. Wet lion. But not his own scent, another.

A muffled voice reached out. It was not loud. But to his ears which had been so keenly searching for sounds outside the usual rhythm of the swamp each tiny mote of sound seemed plenty loud and reverberating.

"Yes, hello! I seem to be...a little...turned around." in other words I'm back asswards lost, mind coming out and giving me a paw? Maybe?

Hopefully.

@Basilia

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