Ayumu walked steadily along a path on the boarders of the pride, looking for something she could take and turn into a story for the cubs of the pride. But as she walked her mind was drawing a blank. That is very odd. She thought to herself. Which was true. Ayumu was known throughout the pride for her ability to conger up an amazingly wild story that could captivate anyone that heard it. However, her mind appeared to be going through a dry spell which didn't bode well for the cubs or anyone else that wanted to hear her stories. A small sigh escaped from her lips. She needed to find something to inspire her. And the sooner the better lest anyone in the pride found out. Who knew what the outcome could be from them finding out.
