Onaedo had been born here, she had raised healthy cubs here and yet, and yet the land she had known and loved was sick. She had followed the prides rules, to the pont that many considered her an extreme traditionalist. Yet this,
plague, it was tearing the pride apart and she had an opinion about that. She had listened to the others, paid attention to their reasonings, and now it was her turn to cast her vote.
Moving forwards, the older lioness takes a deep breath, a slight frown creasing her forehead. "As much as it pains me to say this, I think we should
Move on if the sickness spreads to us all we will all suffer. If we move perhaps, perhaps, no one else will die."
She bows her head having said her piece she moves back amongst the crowed and settles to listen to the rest of the arguments. What ever happened today she would follow the will of the pride though she would be a touch upset if the pride stayed it was a majority vote and she would follow her pride any where even if the lands needed to change.
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