The strangest thing, Zari reflected as she padded towards a small mountain lake, was being without Tumaini. The genet was her constant companion and dearest friend, but while he had a twisted paw, he wanted nothing more but to stay right where he was and curl up in the sun, letting a bit of time heal him. As a result, the lake found a solitary lioness drinking from it, bored and lonely. Tail lashing in agitation, she drank deeply, careful to keep Mana's feather from reaching the water.

Really, this was torture! No creature should be forced to endure this trial by boredom!