The mist lands were Kaipos ideal place so far. Most of the lions pelts here were desirable and the belief system was one that clicked with her own pretty well. Pretty much everything seemed a little to good to be true. Kaipo was pleased as punch none the less.
Her pleasure showed even in the way she padded along the slick wet rocks of the pride. Every paw step was perfectly placed and thought out and every time she stopped for what ever reason it looked practiced and classy. Kaipo was indeed happy and was indeed carrying her self well because of it.
The mists them selves swirled around her paws with every paw step as she carried on her way. The ghostly and almost eerieness about it all only made Kaipo that more pleased. No she had not found the spirits she'd heard rumors about but the female had found a place she was proud to call home and stay. The gods had blessed her. Kaipo was certain of this.
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