This new land seemed to exciting to the young lioness. It was so different from the swamps where she was born. Not that that was a bad thing, though here it was harder for her to camouflage herself. The swamps had plenty of mud to roll around in and hide the bright white fur which she had been born with, but here it was just so..green. Mud was a lot less common, and a lot of what she found were but small puddles. Still, she was determined to prove she could be a great lioness, even if her colors did not so easily allow it.
However the way she went about that, perhaps was not the best of ideas. Little Talvi had snuck off as her mom slept, as it was hard enough escaping the protective female's gaze during the waking hours that she had little time to improve her skills. At this rate she wouldn't even be able to catch a cold, let alone a meal.
The recent happenings had set the lioness's recovery quite a few steps back. She was just starting to get comfortable in the swamps, after her latest litter had actually survived long enough to grow into fine little juveniles. However just as she was settling down the fire struck, and to make matters worse one of her beloved children had gone missing. Whether alive or dead Thura had no way of telling, though in her heart she felt the child still survived. A mother knew when her young died, and she had yet to feel that ache, though the ache not knowing it's whereabouts was present nonetheless. Within that time she had grown once more overprotective of those that remained, keeping an ever watchful eye upon them. She dreaded the day when they too would get old enough to leave her and start lives of their own, but for now she took comfort in having them near her.
However such fears were temporarily aside as the lioness slept, replaced instead by fearsome lions of giant proportions, each made of living fire as they sought to steal her children away.
