Once more the thing attempts to tackle him. This time a loud roar echoes through the trees, frightening off the creature for the moment. Scar can't help but feel pleased as he begins to move on.. only to stop a minute or two later by the very same pink thing trailing behind him.
A growl escapes the old lion as his wings flare up, trying to scare that thing off again... only to see it tilt its head to the side and speak.]
[Needless to say, Scar is less than pleased.]
Go away you little furball.
[And thus he continues on, ignoring the pink thing following him as she tries to gain his attention.]
[ooc: Feel free to encounter him anywhere in the woods or where ever. If you hadn't guessed, he has a skitty following him and is probably a little on the irritated side.]