Deep in the northern forests, the wild king roams his land- silently protecting his hard earned territory. Smaller animals cower away in fear at the sight of the large, rough looking king. His mighty paws able to take out any living thing within a few fatal blows; his jagged teeth could cut through bone and skin like butter. His followers knew their place well, respected their king and his word- As always.

No one dared cross him. Because when they did-

Things got messy.

The fierce Mountain Lion stands his ground, watching from afar; hidden well in his cove of solitude.

Click.

"I'm home."

But what's this? A far off sound alerts the mighty animal into action, his prey has arrived, falling right into his trap. A little bunny comes hopping into his vision, unsuspecting- unknowing.

The king licked his lips slowly, it was time to eat.

With soft, quiet steps, the mighty lion takes his hiding place, ready to pounce at any moment on his smaller, weaker, and oh so delicious prey.

The little rabbit continues to hop around blissfully, completely unaware of the lurking danger creeping up on him. A low growl escapes through the bared teeth of the king, his claws out as they dug deep into the ground underneath him. This seemed to startle and alert the small bunny, his head shooting up and looking all around him. A delicious aroma filled the air- blood curdling fear.

Taking his stance the Mountain Lion prepared to pounce, and without giving his small prey a chance to return the blood to his fright-frozen veins, the king leaped into the air. Heading full speed he let out a ferocious roar, letting his kingdom hear the torturous, murderous sounds of their leader's evening meal.

"Christophe, are you playing another one of those ridiculous anim-"

"RROOOAAAAARRRRRRR!"

The Mole seemed to jump out of nowhere as he flung his arms around the startled blond, releasing a rather frightening yell. The tall brunette man lifted Gregory off of his feet, spinning him around a few times before sliding his hands lower for support, still crushing the young man against him.

"Welcome home." With his thick French accent, and a charming smile reserved only for Gregory to see, he snatched a kiss.

"For god's sake Mole! Must you startle me like that every time I return home from school?!"

Gregory wiggled against the tight hold around his body, but alas, his efforts were futile. He wasn't getting anywhere as of now.

"Oui. It is 'ow we greet people back 'ome." He snickered and spun the boy around again, readjusting his hold as he began to walk back down the hall.

"Lies! There is no such greeting back in Fr- Hey, where do you think you're taking me?" Cocking a blond eyebrow down at the mercenary below him, Gregory huffed.

"I'm going to eat my afternoon snack." With a small smirk, Christophe kicked the bedroom door closed- Though that did little to stifle the loud complaints of his blond companion.