She'd spoken to the king, and spoke to him of her concerns for the pride. It was a bold thing, but it paid off. New ranks had been introduced, and Nondo honestly thought that they already bettered the pride.
She'd been training and sparring since she was a cub, ever since Alili found her practising on her own and promised to come by to help her. She had been her mentor, a mother figure aside from the endearing forgetful real mother she had.
Though she had a loving family, she always felt a little... different. Something wasn't right. It was probably because she spent so much time dreaming of glory, dreaming of being the ultimate warrior.
Painted Moose