Summer Month: 1 
Night 
Earthquake Moon: 
narrowing his gaze at the vanishing feline, he dwelt on his mere stone. basking in the glistening sunshine, warming his ebony coat and the rippling muscles underneath it. he apprehended how tedious his existence was; slumber, feast, slumber. it was a repetitious rotation that was easily tearing his interest in anything apart. he was a mere example for some publications or for austere internet posts. he heard and introduced himself to the language of nature, of all the fauna abiding in this unfortunate little dungeon.
it was demanding not to, when lethargy tore at his heart, he did what was best. orient the language of the diverse species. learn the expression and a few words of the human class. how some looked his way, piqued and stunned, yet how some seemed mortified and terrified to approach the enormous glass barricade. mostly those were little misshapen children, maneuvering around and slamming on the thick coating of glass, but behemoth could not do anything to his liking. he just sat and observed them interact behind the barrier.
although despite his drawn attention darting to the humans tackle pictures with their oval cameras, behemoth craned his flaxen-hue irises to the zookeeper toss scraps of meat through the iron fences that were in front of him. with the metal clanging to the steel rods, his bristling physique waked and tackled to the fragments scattering all around the earthy ground. he did not savor the scraps like a famished wolf, he sort of dawdled with a thought puckering his mind.
he wasn't isolated. no, there was a feline here too. and to starve her, was a compelling thought, but if he agreed to get out of here alive and soon, he needed to keep her refreshed for that moment if it would happen. as much as he endeavored to evade this from happening the moment this panther got here, he couldn't evade it for longer.
taking the scrap between his keen teeth, he slunk over to the feline that seemed to settle near the gnarly grove.
