I was already in a fowl mood, a deep growl rumbling from my chest as I paces the savanna alone. My claws itched to be used, I snapped my teeth together in irritation. I was pent up, without a female in ages... My lips curled into a frustrated snarl. If I didn't find something to take my mind off it soon, well... My claws scraped at the dirt as I checked the air for any fresh scents.