
The pride had basically dwindled to nothing. Her cubs were grown, so Aylin knew it was time to move on. Even if she lived in a world all to herself, in her head, she could figure that out. Brows knitting lightly, she just wandered wherever her paws, and the herd animals, took her. Golden eyes didn't really focus on anything at first, but slowly, her mind was coming out of itself.
When the fog cleared from her mind, she realized she really didn't know where she was. Her nose figured out that this may actually be the outskirts of some pride. She knew the smell of a pride. The mingling of different lions' scents in one area. From the smell of it, this one was densely populated. It was funny, though, she couldn't exactly remember there being a pride near her. Aylin was in the rogue lands for a time before she'd been brought to her old one. "How odd," she whispered to herself. She dared go no further than this, in case of guards, or a hunting party, but she was hoping to catch a glimpse of the lions that lived here. The pale lioness, the color of moonlight, had been caught by curiosity.