
Wing sat in her den, miserable and lethargic. It had been a couple moons since the death of her only cub and the flooding of the pride, but it seemed like just yesterday she had been swept away from Nari, never to see him alive again. The flood waters had receded, thankfully, and the pride was coming together to start celebrating the next season. Vuli was Wing's season to help prepare for, but she couldn't find it in her heart to be excited about it.
She knew she had duties, though, so she dragged herself to her feet and moved from her den. She walked to the edge of the pride's lands and into the rouge lands just a bit, tired eyes looking for someone to talk to. She, as a Crier, was supposed to bring the word of the festivals to potential new members. With Nari's grave dug in the prides lands, though, she hated leaving for very long. Hopefully she could do her job if there were curious rouges around.
Chi Sohma