Rosemary's whiskers started quivering, "We.. should bury him" she muttered, her claws sliding in and out of their sheaths anxiously, "I shoudl get Aslan. And Magic"
Rosemary considered this, "You can get Aslan, he's with the tigers, easy to spot. I'll find Magic" She knew her sister's scent, the lioness didn't. Besides,s he knew her sister always wandered. Aslan stayed put, and he had distinctive markings.
Aslan was dozing off high in a tree by the border with the lions.
Aslan stirred, his tan fur matted down from the light sprinkle that had dashed overhead while he was sleeping. He started to give it a vigorous licking, ruffling the outlines of his brown stripes.
Lightning padded along the side of the tiger border, sniffing the air. There was a the only slightly familiar scent mixing in with tiger smell that sent her gaze up to the trees.