A familiar scent on the breeze had her believing her father had returned. This did not sit well with the young lioness who was angry and hurt by her fathers disappearance, Nekane shook her head as she snatched the small pouch of stones and random shiny objects that she carried for her passion, she loved to craft things.
The mixture of stones, gems and shells clinked together as she walked along the edge of the shoreline, the idea of leaving dancing in her mind. Her mother had been broken upon her father disappearing, and it had hurt her so badly that Nekane couldnt look past it, she couldnt help but see her mothers sorrow filled eyes haunting her memory, and with each step the desire to leave grew stronger..But she had little reason to do so, she thought with a sigh as she sat and looked out over the rolling waves of the ocean.
