Baie’mooi yawned noisily as she lay sprawled next to a large rock formation, green eyes opening slowly as she woke up from a short nap. The orange lioness stretched her body lazily before rolling over to the side and looking around for company. The Abazingeli had hunted that morning and the ones who weren’t looking after the pride’s cubs were lazing about in much the same way, taking cover in every patch of shade available. She stretched one more time and shook the dust of her coat before yawning again and then weaved through the sleeping shapes that littered the ground as quietly as she could, her mind set on the nearest water source: the stream where the red pelts had created an outpost. It was bothersome and uncomfortable to go through their imposing guards but the orange lioness didn’t see anyone around who could accompany her and waking her niece didn’t seem like a particularly nice thing to do. So Baie walked the dusty path alone, hoping she would find someone on her way to the stream.