Titia growled as she trotted through the savannah grasses while the setting sun casted all kinds of shadows around her. The shadows from the tall grass looked like moving stripes on her pure white fur. However she cared nothing of the pecular beauty for the anger in her heart at that moment was all she could think about.She was out on a mandatory recruting effort to make her prides numbers bigger. The biggest problem she was having with the recruting is she could not find any lions who fit the critia of the pride. The critia was simple, have pure white fur, however finding lions who fit that was extremely hard.
She was not expected to come back every time with a new lion but she was forced to stay out for at least one moons cycle before she could return. If she returned before then she had better have a new lion with her or she would recieve a very harsh beating.
She had been out on her mission now for almost a total moon's cycle. She was at the moment heading back in the direction of the pride even though she was going alone. She was bone tired from the travel and simply ready to go home. Her luck at finding a lion who she could recruit at this point was slim to none.
