Hasira shook her head sleepily, turning her paws toward the village entrance. She stumbled outside on tired paws, balking out something in another language. Nyasi trotted from the grass, laying down right outside the cheetah's camp. Hasira curled up against his side, closing her eyes.
Siwatu saw watched as she fell asleep, and slowly, he fell asleep as well. When he woke up, the sun was very low in the sky. Looking over at where Hasira was sleeping, he saw she wasn't there. Must've already gone in for some food he thought sleepily. He got up and started walking back into camp, his muscles stiff.
Hasira gnawed on the leg of a zebra, a large piece of meat. She was starving, she felt like she hadn't eaten in days when it was really just hours.
After stretching out his back, Siwatu walked over to the food pile and grabbed a piece of antelope, his favorite. "How did you sleep last night?" he asked Hasira after sitting down beside her.
Hasira smiled at Siwatu's appearance. "Great, thanks!" S