Adventure at Windscour

Today I went to Cinderstone with my friends to look for some trouble.

Unfortunately, it didn't go as well as it did the past few times we were there.

My friends and I got beaten up pretty badly... and I felt so bad because they came with me because I asked.

I need to get a lot better at fighting ... @_@

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Anyway, here's something more light-hearted.

Skimble and I often visit Windscour Savannah and sometimes we would pass by lion prides in the area. The wild Windscour lions are ferocious beasts, but fortunately they usually don't mind us as long as we keep a distance.

Unfortunately for Skimble, he seems to have his attention snared by a lone lioness who was always jealously guarding her prey. Skimble wanted to befriend her, but he wasn't very sure of how to go about doing it. We spent a long time watching the lioness from a distance. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Go ahead, Skimble," I said, "Go touch noses with her, like all you lions do."

Skimble was a little reluctant.

"I'll stealth and follow right behind you. Don't be anxious!"

So he padded forward and tried to sniff noses with the lioness ... and then ...

*SMACK*

Oh well. I guess lionesses are lionesses for a reason.