The pride was almost like new to this female. Though she was born into it, Sabbia spent all of her time, either with her family at the beach, or with her mate at the beach and the tide pools. She was shy, easily flustered, nervous, and just a big bundle of nerves. And yet, despite having such a wonderful family and such a wonderful mate, Sabbia didn't really have any friends. She realized this as she made a friendship bracelet for a pair of young cubs in the pride.Sabbia was a crafter. She was a good one, too. Not the best, but she got the job done and it didn't look horrible.
Today, Sabbia wanted to get out of her safety zone and go introduce herself to the pride members. Her mother, no doubt, had talked about her, but she wondered who had actually seen her. She doubted very many had, unless they happened to spot her while offering to the Mother Sea. Sabbia offered every day in thanks for the bountiful supplies she got from the sand.
Her violet eyes glanced this way and that and various lions who gave her not a second glance. In a way, it was both comforting and disturbing.
