Talia didn't usually wander quite this far away from En Gedi lands. The pride was sequestered away and the terrain was rough going. Those born to the pride often seemed unaware of the outside world... But she wasn't born in the pride. Sometimes, she pressed out, along the borders, tasting the wilds and remembering past days. Her cubhood had been rough and she was lucky to have survived it. Her parents struggled to keep herself and her siblings alive and she remembered going to sleep hungry and being left alone with her older brother and her littermate, Astar.
The lioness sighed quietly to herself as she pressed on, her stockinged legs pumping as she plodded, in no particular hurry. Her totem flew high above her on powerful, dark wings. The osprey, Janntje, was bored and expressed this repeatedly throughout the early afternoon. She wanted to fish, to stay near the water, but Talia wanted to wander. Part of her wanted to scout, the other part wanted to hunt, and she also had a hankering for something just a smidgeon out of the ordinary. Her heart fluttered with curiosity as her pale, violet eyes fell on a white furred critter relaxing in the grass none too far away. She'd not come face to face with a cheetah before, though she knew the scent and knew they were dangerous when she was but a tiny cub.
Her fur bristled, but she wouldn't let herself be afraid. She was older, now, and stronger than she had been when she was a tiny thing. She puffed out her chest and cleared her throat as she moved forward.
"Excuse me?"
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