Another day, another kill.
Maw stretching open in a yawn, Hisia dangled her leg possessively over the waterbuck carcass - she wasn't hungry just yet, killing the creature had been more for fun. To get the blood flowing, to wake her up, kind of thing. However, she was sure she'd be hungry later, and so she was presented with a decision to make - to stay with her kill and ensure it wasn't stolen from her, which could be a fairly boring day, or to leave it and risk coming back to an empty carcass, leaving her to catch herself another prey beast.
She'd decided she was too lazy to catch another, so had settled herself down beside the dead beast, resigning herself to a day without much excitement. Hisia didn't particularly have any purpose in the world, not at the moment - she wasn't searching for anyone, wasn't part of any of these so-called 'prides'. She was just surviving, making her way through life as best as she could.
She'd been doing pretty well, so far.
