For Marcel the Typhoon was a perfect place, warm oceans and bays to swim in and relax, lots of treasure to be had, a good huge territory for him to explore (and sadly get lost on), who could ask for more? Especially the beaches. He enjoyed wasting his time on the beach to bask in the sun and allow his sickness to go away. The more heat the better as it relaxed him and his pain from being so sick. The king cheetah could be found doing exactly just that, basking in the sun while his body lied in the more shallow part of the water, the waves gently crashing up against the lower half of his body and him getting wet from it. A few moments passed before the king cheetah got to his paws and began to make his way out of the beach and towards the gate, having a small walk to help dry off his wet pelt and help stay in shape. With his walk his pelt quickly began to dry, the sickly cheetah trying to stay more in the sun so it would dry off faster, his pelt becoming sleek and shiny under the sunlight.
The male flicked his ears at the sound of crushing undergrowth near him, the king cheetah lifting his head in alarm. He departed his jaws to take in the scents and quickly realized that this scent was not one of the Typhoon, causing the male to quickly go into hiding and watch the moving canid figure from the undergrowth, his eyes narrowed and observant. He was debating how to do this in his head; go straight out and tell him he was on their territory, or wait for backup considering he knew he wouldn't be able to take this guy on his own. After a few moments of debating, the male shot forward out of the undergrowth and briskly made his way to the trespasser. "You're on the territory of the Typhoon. Your name and business?" His voice sounded stern if not a bit scratchy due to him nearly getting over his sore throat, the male lifting his head to try and be eye level with the large wolf as he hoped that backup could come soon just in case the situation decided to escalate into a fight. Patiently, the king cheetah waited for the males reply expectantly.
The male flicked his ears at the sound of crushing undergrowth near him, the king cheetah lifting his head in alarm. He departed his jaws to take in the scents and quickly realized that this scent was not one of the Typhoon, causing the male to quickly go into hiding and watch the moving canid figure from the undergrowth, his eyes narrowed and observant. He was debating how to do this in his head; go straight out and tell him he was on their territory, or wait for backup considering he knew he wouldn't be able to take this guy on his own. After a few moments of debating, the male shot forward out of the undergrowth and briskly made his way to the trespasser. "You're on the territory of the Typhoon. Your name and business?" His voice sounded stern if not a bit scratchy due to him nearly getting over his sore throat, the male lifting his head to try and be eye level with the large wolf as he hoped that backup could come soon just in case the situation decided to escalate into a fight. Patiently, the king cheetah waited for the males reply expectantly.