Elphizome lay by the riverbank, not thinking about anything in particular. In this particualr time of the day; with the evening sun upon his back, he could feel almost pleasant. It was possible to ignore the protests of an empty stomach, the festering scratchwounds of an earlier fight, just to watch the water eddy and swirl with minute currents beneath the surface. Absent-mindedly, he dabs a paw into the wet, and wonders if there would be fish inside. Caught in some fantastical imagining of fishing, a low purr rose at the back of his throat. In this emotionless, dreamy state of mind, he found it hard to acnowlage the presence of two other leopards, and so rudely chose to ignore them. Nothing could bring him back to the real world of hunger and struggles right now, he reasoned, and slipped back into a daydream.