Four hours had passed under the hot sun and there hadn't been any signs of a lion in the area. William did come across a few grazing deer, their wide stomachs dragging against the ground, and even another pack of dire wolves who had been too large and tired to pose a threat unless provoked, but lions? How does one even go about hunting a lion? From what William had heard, lions are more often the type to stalk and not be stalked.
Wading through the waist high grass, William saw a lone tree in the endless field. Maybe if he climbed it the extra height could let him spy something worth hunting? That was his thought as he pushed his way forward through the grass. However, as he got closer he saw a shifting shape under the shade of the leafy branches. It blended in closely with the color of the grass but it's heavy frame had flattened the nearby grass.
William froze and unsheathed his sword, clutching it in both hands. He peered over the grass and, lo and behold, a male lion lay resting in the shade, awake yet lethargic. Although not a native creature to the area, whatever time he had spent in the area had clearly been successful as he was nearly as fattened as the other animals William had seen. As he laid down on his side, the lion's belly surged forward, spreading on the ground down to his knees. Blubber encased his neck, folding into several wobbling chins that jiggled as the beast yawned and licked his greasy chops.
The lion lifted his heavy head and turned to face William and fear shot down the fox's spine. Stealth wasn't going to be an option in this battle. William...
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