TIRED RAINY DAYS ☆ open, joining

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Vathmos had been exploring the territory not minutes before when she heard the lion's roar. Lions, by themselves, wasn't a huge threat. She had been alone at the time, and lions spelled death for any unlucky wandering hyena. She dove into the bushes, body pressed against the earth as she crawled forward to inspect the danger. Vathmos' eyes locked onto the pair of lions from the nearby undergrowth, tail against the ground. Maybe she should run back and tell the rest of the clan, in case this turned hostile. She remembered her hyena brethren being crushed, their spines being broken by lion jaws, ripped apart and- she let out a little growl.
It was fun though when they got to overpower the lions with sheer numbers and scare them away from the kill they worked so hard on. Her ears laid back as she watched them converse, waiting a few moments to pass before she finally revealed herself, standing up and padding out. She took a more confident posture, upright, ears forward, tail up. She looked at Poet, then at the other lion, and refused to take her eyes off the stranger.
"You know him? You are family?"