Tod, slinking behind Simba, appeared to be trembling- very out of character for the usually talkative and friendly little fox!
His ears were flat, eyes wide, and he was crouched low enough for his white belly to just about touch the floor beneath the duo.
“Simba,” he whispered in a quivering tone, “y’gotta help me, please, ‘kay? I- I saw some’m in Tweedie’s backyard… it was black n’ white, and its tail was real big- it hollered at me ‘ta get away!”
Tod looked pleadingly up at the cub. “You’re a lion- you’re brave, an’ you c’n roar t’ scare the thing away.” His shaky little body pressed against his best friend’s, at least a bit comforted by his presence. “You’ll help me, right…?”
@thefcxandthehcund hehe :3
"Hey Tod!" The lion cub chirped a greeting to his friend, happy to see him as usual. It wasn't until the fox slinked closer to him, that Simba had begun to pick up that something was wrong. He would flick his ears, then crouch low to his buddy's level.
"What's wrong?" Then the quivering fox kit explained what was bothering him. Tod had seen something big that was black and white. Right away, Simba was picturing a zebra. He would hum quietly while picturing the animal in question, but then remembered Tod's note about the animal having a long tail. And zebra's tails didn't appear long, so Simba would shake his head and dismiss that idea.
Simba would give Tod's cheek a reassuring nuzzle, then the lion cub would straighten himself up and bristle his fur. "O'course! Nobody gets away with scaring my friend!" Young lion would reassure his friend, returning the body pressing for a moment. Then giving Tod's cheek one more nuzzle.
"I'll get that animal no problem!" He would reply, with his cocky tone. "Just wait 'ere, I'll make sure they never mess with ya' again!" And off the lion cub went, his golden fur a blur as he raced to Widow Tweed's back yard.