
Furiza didn't like to roam too far from the snowy mountains, mostly because she was convinced the lions in the rogue lands would think she was weird. Her anti social tendencies weren't nearly as bad as they used to be, though, even since she had managed to find a pride in the mountains and a male she felt truly understood her.
Slowly but surely, she was trying to open up to others.
So today she had forced herself down from her snowy home to spend some time in the rogue lands. She was nervous, but she was hopeful no one would think her too strange. If someone teased her wing marking, she would like head back to the pride in shame and it would be months before she ventured out again.
But no pressure on her to make sure things went right. Sighing softly, she stopped by a small pond, dipping her head down to get a drink.