
Which way had I been going?
The white cheetah's eyes narrowed in thought as she observed her surroundings. She had just woken up from a much needed nap, and planned on continuing her trek, but the potential of backtracking was looming over her. While her travels had no clear goal, Zawadi hated the thought of wasting time.
A calm breeze whisked by and she sniffed. There was a pride in the direction she had come from, and she hoped to catch its scent on the breeze. She couldn't be that far away from it.
When that yielded no results, she sat back down and closed her eyes. If she was going to not be walking, she might as well not be on her paws.
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