The white female stretched her limbs out letting a yawn roll of her tongue. She has spent the afternoon lounging around on a log chatting away with her muse. Life in the Kizingo'zaa was rather laid back and for a wandering spirit like Laramie it was rather nice. It had been interesting for the female to settle down in one place, to decide that this place would be home. Now she wasn't fond of the sand, in fact she almost went as far to say that she hated it but she loved the ocean and the jungle-like area the skirted the pride lands.
She had first arrived in the pride because of her visions had lead her there but she stayed because she had fallen in love with the beauty of the ocean. She had to admit however that her wanderlust hadn't quite been satisfied and there were times that she ached to leave and wander the globe again.
Yet she did not leave, though she was unsure why.
