Thalion
The event from the night before still weighed heavily on Pitsiarks mind. That lioness that had been with her superior. She'd just died so easily. Now there were only her sons left like little reminders of the horrifying event for Maji and the pride. Pitsiark felt awful thinking of them as such. She couldn't imagine being left with only a whisper of a lovers past. Still, it was a blessing that the pride now had cubs and in the future maybe the mists would be filled with laughter once more.
Her heart felt heavy.
Those cubs. They were going to grow in life never knowing their true mother.
She felt a swell in her heart once more. Sadness bared its ugly teeth in to her heart and refused to let go.
The memory from last night. The image of Maji with those cubs. They were so small. Helpless. They were not hopeless though. Deep down the lioness knew that the pride would do its best to raise the cubs. But it wasn't enough. Not to Pitsiark. They'd grow up closed off from other cubs. Thoughts and ideas spun around the females head. She needed to find Durian and she needed to talk to him about last night. He had been the oracle to see these events.
So Pitsiark did just that. The lioness stood out side of his den area respectfully.
"Durian?" She called.