![User Image](https://img.photobucket.com/albums/v159/Mor_Ros/OMGLION.png)
So the pride had finally managed to find land, and get themselves together in an organized fashion. Not that she doubted the king one bit. But she often found herself watching the failed ambitions of others and wouldn't be surprised one way or another if this place failed before it started. She raised her eyebrow and shook her head slowly, 'Way to see the glass half empty Zumi, way to see it half empty.' But she was a natural pessimist. Perhaps that's what kept her angling for so much power; she just was never pleased with the rank she got.
And by shear dumb luck, the king must have seen this ambition in her and given her a rank above other 'dimwitted' lions. Though only she would know her true thoughts about the lower class lions. Outwardly she was all smiles and pleasantries. No matter who or what they were they would be Zumi's 'friends' but inwardly they would all be stepping stone, 'pawns' per say in her game of life.
She strode down from where the nobles lived down to the middle class to mingle and gain an idea what she was working with. Anyway this was her job, to let the king know everything that has or was happening. And she would be the best at it. No matter how much she disliked the non-purple lions. That was the only way to gain his loyalty after all.