[PRP] The road increasingly traveled (Ngoma/Ramla/Jamila)

[Andranis]

The pride was, as far as he could see, starting to shrink. New lions had just come in, and now more were leaving. Ngoma stood near the border, staring out across the expanses of the land. He'd sired a litter of cubs here, watched them grow up... And his sons had come into their manes just as things began to collapse. He hadn't seen the pharoah in a while, nor any of the other high-ranking lions. Was hope lost? He lifted his chin to the sky, closing his green eyes. Maybe... It was time to find out if what his sister had told him... Was true.

Ramla stopped next to Ngoma, having followed him. "You seem to be lost in thought..." She looked around at the desert that surrounded them, with a couple long-dead trees dotting the landscape. If there was any hope of trees growing, that hope was gone with the drought. It refused to end as far as she could see, like the gods didn't want rain to come. "Is it because the pride seems to be... Collapsing?" She was afraid it was. He'd talked before about taking her to see the places he'd been, as well as visit HIS desert. She had to admit fear about leaving.

"Maybe... A little..." He looked at her. "Ramla... I think it may be time to leave... We don't want to be the only lions here when everyone leaves, do we..?"

Ramla was silent before she let out a sigh. "I suppose not... But I'd hate to leave our kids, even if they're adults... Should we find a group to go with us, so we're not so... Alone? Exposed?" Far be it from her to admit... She was afraid of being ambushed.  

[Bronze Coffee]

A sigh left her lips as the scared female came to the borders. There was no choice but leaving. The pride wasn't thriving like it had been. Her family had already scattered. There was no ruler anymore and everything was starting to collapse. As a scribe, the temple protected her. Or it used to. Lately Jamila had been noticing that no one was starting to respect the temples. Her tail twitched as she looked out at the borders from where she was. It had been very quiet until she'd heard another female.

Jolting, the peach lioness crouched low to the ground, ears pinned back as she listened to them. Were they ones that knew who she was? Ones that used to make fun of her when she got her scars? Sighing, her ears flicked back and forth as she watched the two and then let her brows knit.

"You.... You are leaving too?" She asked quietly, brows knitting heavily. Maybe she wouldn't have to do this thing alone. Despite her fear of them making fun of her, Jamila knew she couldn't do this by herself. None of her family was willing to leave with her, and yet she needed to desperately leave. This pride was just too small, too uncomfortable for her.