Inia gave a stretched as her eyes blinked open to the late afternoon sun. It wasn't as hot now, the sun having started its descent in the sky. Inia silently thanked Ra for his upcoming self-sacrifice at sunset. The hunters back home had always made sure to pray to Ra before and after traveling.That though quickly ruined the well-rested mood she had initially woken up with. There was no one here to pray with. No priests she could watch dancing and singing to the gods. No fellow hunters she could share her worship with.
Inia sighed. She missed her friends and family. The lioness had lost count of how long she had been out here. A countless number of suns and moons had passed overhead since she had gotten lost in the sandstorm. It had only been recently, however, that Inia had admitted to herself that she was lost. And what an awful realization that had been. She was tired of wandering around aimlessly. At this point, Inia would have been happy enough to stumble upon any sort of pride or pack. She missed company. She missed group groomings after a long hunt. She missed listening to people talk. Inia frowned, unsure of whether to wait another hour or two before traveling again or to start another long night of aimless wandering.
