by InsaneSeagull » February 1st, 2014, 6:21 pm
A light tanned lioness was running through the Savannah, hardly breathing. Amri knew she was late for the meeting with her best friend, but she had more important stuff to do before. She just hoped Asha wouldn't get mad. Amri stopped and took breath, and then continued.
"Waterhole, waterhole..." she kept repeating to herself, so she wouldn't forget the place where she was about to meet her friend. She was rather senile, and she was glad Asha knew that as well. At least she had quite good alibi. "If I'm too late, I can always say I got lost," she said to herself, and laughed.
She could finally see waterhole, and kept running towards it.
"Hi, Asha," she said finally, as she came closer.