Nondo'vuta was aching again. It was a good ache, it was an ache that remindede her of her hard work. For a Guardian and one who loved sparring, she had done well to avoid any injury or scarring. Her soldiers were all careful, and though they sparred well, they did not spar to hurt there own kind. She was yet to come across any that went too far, and she wouldn't stand for it.
The sun was hot and she needed a drink. The female was in good shape and was young - she could bound to the watering hole in no time, and set about her route. Plenty of lions were resting in the midday sun upon the warm rocks, lazing and tails flicking to and fro.
