His legs beginning to tremble with exhaustion, Alistair pauses for a moment to scan his surroundings for a suitable place to rest.
Perception:
With labored steps, Alistair moves to whatever shelter he finds, glancing over his shoulder at the loud sound of a cracking branch. He tenses briefly as his gaze recognizes the form of a hunting cat frighteningly close, but his breath eases out of him in a sigh of relief as he recognizes his friend and companion.
"You shouldn't sneak up on me like, my friend," whispers Alistair.
The cat steps forward out of the growing shadows and shakes his mane, his large yellow eyes watching Alistair intently and almost... playfully. The lion walks up next to the tall, green haired man and drops a mangled hare at Alistair's feet.
Alistair grins to himself at the lion's gift. "I'm afraid I'll have to pass tonight. I can't risk a fire - not until we get to the mountains." He bends down and offers the hare back to the great feline.
With a groan, Alistair lowers himself to the ground after arriving at the spot he found. The lion gingerly lays down beside him, and Alistair absentmindly begins running his hand through the lion's tawny mane. With a sigh, he scans his surroundings, wondering silently how close his pursuers are.