Lalaith was busying himself the usual way: gathering information about the pride. He loved learning and preserving memories for future members of the pride to call back on and learn from. That was the point of history! They shouldn't forget important things about the world.
Today he was following up a rumor that there was a member of the pride who was following some older rules of the place still. A lioness who wore a mane to gain herself more respect within the pride. A female acting as a male would! Was it true? Was it just a female-looking male? No one could say for sure. That was the problem with rumors. Half the time it didn't end up being true.
But he had to follow up on them- he had to know!
So he ventured on, heading up into the higher sections of the mountain where the nobles liked to gather. Because he was a scholar, he had a bit more respect than many other members of the middle class, though he still felt extremely out of place amongst within all the purple.
The sooner he could figure things out, the better.
