The lioness's paws dragged along the ground, eyes cast down as she walked along the seashore. Her life had taken a downward spiral, cast into a pride (her mistake really) where the strongest were respected. Izdihar wasn't strong, and she was a pretty small lioness, so she could never rise up through the ranks. Not that she really wanted to anyways.
She sighed rather loudly, she was supposed to find some prey to catch, but she couldn't really. She had gotten yelled at constantly, but it didn't help. It only made her spirit worsen.
