Kenjah padded through the undergrowth, his paws taking light steps; he was stalking his prey.... Just then, he pounced into a tree, the branches bending under his massive body. His dark mane blended in with the shadows, and his tawny-tan pelt was softened next to the harsh, dark leaves.
There you are, The brute thought. This was it. He was finally about to strike down a young gazelle who had wondered a bit too far from home. Ken raised his hackles and prepared to spring. This was it, he had repeated in his simple-but-somehow-complex mind.
He was just about to leap, when a roar sounded in his mind. But, he didn't know that it was in his mind, so he was startled and fell on top of the young animal.

"Gah!" He roared, leaping off of the gazelle. Ah, well. His 550 pound body had killed the poor creature, and there was nothing he could do about it now. Poor, poor creature. Oh well. At least he had a meal to eat. The lion sighed. It just wasn't the same without a pride.... He wished he could have someone to share it with. But, again, there was no one around. Kenjah shook his head, his mane swaying to and fro as he got ready to tear into his meal.
"Here goes nothing.... Really." He mumbled as he leaped at his meal and started to devour it.
Kenjah, the lion, sat down after he took a few more bites. This didn't even TASTE the same without a pride! Wow, Prides were important...

Kenjah looked up before pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Hello." Ken rumbled. This lioness was pretty. She had a sandy wheat coat and beautiful gold pools, with little brown hues. "Erm.... I am Kenjah." The loner growled in a firm-yet-friendly tone.
He grinned and showed his milky yellow fangs as the fae padded onward, holding her catch proudly. This Lioness's Appearance was weak, but she seemed to have a strong mind. That, of course, could just be an optical illusion, but, something told the brute that she was what she was.
"Do you have land?" Kenjah asked, desperately trying to stab in the dark of a topic that the two lions could talk about. Of course, he didn't. He was a lone lion, but he planned on starting a pride one day.