Ever since the fire that had driven her from her home when she was young, Daisha hadn't slept well. Her sleep came in fits; a nap grabbed under a tree there, some shut eye at the base of a rock here. She never seemed to get more than an hour or two at once.
This night was proving to be no exception. Even though it could be dangerous to wander around at night, and doing so brought her the risk of slipping and falling from a great height, she found herself doing just that out of sheer boredom. Sometimes she was content to sit and think about herself and the world she had seen on her pilgrimage, but she could only do that for so long before she had to do something else.
But what could a lonely lioness do in the middle of the night? A few possibilities came to mind that made her laugh and toss them away. She didn't think anyone would appreciate her den-crashing. Unless she could find a single, attractive male...
Tara de Draiocht