"I like to think so." She whispered in return. She was a hard-hearted, somewhat crazy female but she loved cubs and she loved her kin. She would do all in her power to protect tradition and what was right.

She glanced almost pleadingly at Siraj, as if he had the answers to all these problems, but deep down she knew he didn't. No one did, not even herself.

"I wish I knew a story that could help us, but all I know is history, not future." She sighed, "come Siraj, I shall escourt you to the dens and seek comfort in sleep. Perhaps we will meet King Kimeti, if not he will be here tomorrow no doubt." She looked weary now, and older somehow, her hope beginning to become crushed under her worries.

But she would never give up. She would fight until the end.

"Please forgive me. The excitement of our meeting has drained me. I will take my leave now and return tomorrow to guide you." She coughed a little. "The dens will welcome you for the night." She smiled wearily and dragged her tired paws away.

Another had come to the lands...

One more traditionalist to help her cause.