Life and death | open, joining

Quietly the king cheetah watched from the canopy of thin leaves, eyes aglow and body seeping waves of heat. But she was herself, she knew that. She believed that and she was trying her beat to maintain this. Her paws moved nimbly from one branch to another as she made her way along the path that she knew of, easily watching the one that had come toward their lands. Who was it? Her mind twisted and warped, gaze before burning steps took her from the tops of the. branches and to branches swampy grounds below. Her eyes remained on the individual and she was simply here to ask a question. Easily enough she followed and soon her muzzle parted, smoke trailing from her throat and into the open air. "Who is this one? Do they need something?" Though her voice held little warmth within it. She had come to trust little after the Coalition had taken them over. And this was no exception even after they had driven them out. Her eyes were hidden behind a crocodile skull she wore over her head and she slowly sat down, waiting for an answer to her questions.