Some days it was hard Taini to keep all of the tasks she had to do in line. That was no simple feat mind you, no not at all for the slightly scatterbrained lioness. She had inherited the awful trait from her incredibly forgetful father and though it hardly impeded on her tasks as a hunter(because really hunting was easy and second nature at this point) it did, at times, make daily life a bit of a struggled. Regardless the indigo furred lioness kept up a happy demeanor, which showed after she parted ways with her hunting party and moseyed along humming a made-up tune with a content smile on her lips. Despite her, at times, muddled mind there was one thing she never forgot to do because it was the activity she always looked forward to. Story telling.
She cared little for how small her audience sometimes was, but she thrived when she could tell someone, anyone her intricate tales that she had added to or completely made up. When she reached the small clearing in which she always told her tales she found it to be empty leaving a frown on her pretty features.
Krysin
