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 Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 1:48 pm
 So Chazama was pretty worked up. Excitement was nothing new to the Bonelands lioness, but this was something she hadn't really experienced before. What did her mother call it... giddiness? Yes. She was absolutely giddy with the prospect of hopefully bringing another umzingeli with her the next time she went to spar the Firekin. If nothing else, than to show someone that they were an alright bunch. Tensions in the pride over the Outpost were still present, she knew that because her mother was one of the lionesses that had a problem with it. Thus far, she'd had no success in trying to convince Dina otherwise, and she was feeling frustrated over the matter.
With a sigh, the white and gold lioness stopped pacing and turned in the direction of the Outpost. It was still early afternoon, odds were she could find someone to help train her. Pale pink eyes flicked back towards the Bonelands and Chazama allowed a smile to touch her maw. It would be good to have a sister along with her, and who knows, maybe they'd have the upper paw together? It was an interesting little idea, and she was eager to try it out.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:39 pm
Ainra was not a fighter. It had to be said. She was a motherly sort who'd much rather spend time fussing over the children of the pride - whether they be big or small. And yet, despite that, her being a rogue for most of her life had made her accepting of outsiders. The Firekin did not bother her as they had some and she really couldn't understand why such a fuss was being made. The red lions had been here for a while now and they didn't look to be going anywhere. They might as well get used to their neighbours, yes? Besides, she'd heard that some cubs would be arriving soon. Maybe she'd be allowed to fuss over them, too? Cubs of warriors would still be cute, she was sure.
And then a shape of a fellow sister came into view and Ainra raised her head from the tall grasses in which she was lounging. Her whiskers puckered as she scented the air and it didn't take her long to recognise the one nearby.
Chazama.
She rose onto her paws and shook herself vigorously before calling out to the other female. Ainra was a social creature and the tight bond that the females of the Bonelands held had suited her well. She was more content than she had ever been - well, not including when she had had her cubs close all that time ago.
"Good day, Chazama. Is something afoot?"
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