Majivu sprawled out on her belly, her back legs outstretched behind her. It was midday, and hot. The sun was at its peak in the sky, and in the plains, there was little shelter offered. She sighed heavily, and watched her brother strike out ahead until the lion became a dot and disappeared.
She was only a cub when her birthplace burnt up. Majivu never knew the swamps in their full glory, and all she really had to remember them by were scars on her back from the fire. When she'd been lost and disoriented, her older brother had returned to save her (he'd had to tell her, she couldn't seem to remember). Unfortunately, they'd not been able to join the others for the migration to their new home... Wherever that was.
They'd been following rumors and hearsay, and were on their way to the mountains, but Majivu was already in her late adolescence or early adulthood. Would her mother even recognize her? The lioness could barely remember what she even looked like.
She sighed again, and looked across the plains. Every day the mountains grew larger, but they were still in the grassy lands at its feet. It seemed to stretched out endlessly, and they looked devoid of any life. What Majivu wouldn't give to interact with someone besides her brother.