Private Thread Bengal and Spice

The day was rather disappointing- clouds covered the sun which kept it's warmth to itself leaving the land below the clouds rather cold indeed. It could have been a much warmer, accommodating day but at the same time, it could be horridly frigid, blustery with continual snow.

A black form had made it's way around the pines at the edge of Whitehart, noting the birds were quiet and keeping to themselves and there were no squirrels. Pity as he did enjoy a bird meal, but the single, unlucky mouse he had caught filled his belly well enough. Aohdan knew Uther's servant would have put wet food and dry kibble out to be dine upon, but to be honest, it didn't fill his belly or settle in it as nicely as a freshly caught meal.

Ears perking and golden eyes gleaming in anticipation, he heard a commotion a few trees away and swiftly though quietly made his way towards it to find a blue and cream mottled she-cat pinning a large black crow to the ground. The bird's struggles began to slow and he tilted his head curiously and eased himself from behind the tree he had been behind.

"What's this? A little mouse seems to have found herself a loaf of bread." His voice was a purr, though his tone was neutral. He was intrigued about this she-cat, who didn't seem to fit the picture of the pampered domestics in the area, but he didn't know many of the local ferals. "Though I must say, that is a rather impressive catch for a lady such as yourself."

As the she-cat turned to look at him, he noted her tail twitch as she snapped back at him. "A loaf of bread would make a sizable meal for a mouse." He reply smoothly before the purr returned. "And I would not dream of steal such a well earned catch from you. You have earned your prize." He licked a paw and swiped it over his whiskers a couple times to make sure the remains of his meal were well and cleaned from his face.

"I spoke nothing but a compliment to you, as ladies are well thought of in my community. However, if you would prefer I refrain from calling you 'lady', then I shall as I see you are not a mere mouse, but a mighty lioness." As she pawed at the wings of the bird, she made a comment about boxing his ears and he couldn't help but twitch his whiskers are her bold declaration. It was honestly refreshing to be greeted by a fierceness that matched his sisters. He had to be honest that she had his complete attention now.

"It is with the greatest of pleasure that I introduce myself to you. I am Prince Aodhan, second-born and only son of Princess Aoife and Prince Cearnaigh, who was begot by Queen Valiant and King Pendragon of Camelot." Extending a foreleg, he lowered his head as he gave a slight but regal bow. "If I may be so bold as to inquire, who might you be, my lovely, fierce Lioness?"