nessiaing
Najwa padded quietly through the night. It was her home and held no mysteries from her. She preferred to move and travel after the sun had set. In part, because her pelt hid her so well. The other part was because she was a ninja. She'd grow up with the training and it had never left. Just like Miyako. Najwa could hear the serval somewhere nearby, but she wasn't worried. They were well attuned to one another's habits.
She slowed a pace to examine a moonlit clearing before entering. Was it safe? The hybrid watched and listened. All quiet. That was part of the problem. She was trying to gather those who wanted an existence in the shadows. A pitiful few so far she'd found and gathered to the pride. They needed more to grow.
Miyako heard the soft paw steps slow. She weaved her way through the foliage to pause at Najwa's side. "No signs," she murmured softly. Meaning there was no one around that she could detect. It didn't bode for a profitable night. The serval knew her friend was driven to see her pride formed and she was determined to help in that endeavor.
