
It allowed her mind to wander, to think of what else she wanted to do now that she was confident in her abilities to lead her clan. And that next step involved her beloved mate, Tatyana. He had been a marriage of convenience, a political move to hopefully draw the more traditional Ela to her side. He was a gentlelion and very kind and over the years love had blossomed between them, making their mateship all the easier to have. Samira was forever grateful for his gentle nudging in the right direction when she had questions about the Ela's traditions or ways of thinking and he had always stood behind her without wavering. It was finally time to focus on them.
Taking one last look at the sunset, Samira hopped off the top of the den and moved into the semi darkness within.
"Tatyana?" she called out, her voice echoing in the rocky space. "Are you up?"
Syrius Lionwing