Bismuth
Bismuth smiled, having successfully sharpened the stone. She looked up to find the male "human" had thrown a very strange stick at the strange lion. The stick thing had been enough to distract it giving the small, long eared human the chance to escape. The male stepped out with the apperence of confidence. Bismuth watched, gripping her now sharpened stone. She grabbed her lantern she had forgotten even existed. She took a breath and hesitated but joined him, ready to attack with her sharpened stone. A bead of sweat rolled down her face. She cleared her throat and nodded as a greeting. She was going to say something but couldn't quite find her voice. So she just watched the lion's movements in silence.