
Maua returned to pacing the border of the Pridelands. She had been trying for days now to be noticed; she had heard from other rogues that this pride was accepting of new members, and seemed to be all she wanted in life. She wrinkled her nose, feeling rather silly. She couldn't be sure that they would accept her into the pride, so why was she putting so much hope into it?
Her steps became rhythmic and she lost herself in her thoughts. What were her goals here? What would she even say to a Pridelander if one ever did approach her? What would her duties be?
She closed her eyes and let out a frustrated roar. What was she doing? Was this what she truly wanted?
Yes, it had to be. She had dreamt of joining a pride since she was younger, and this was her chance. She continued her pacing.