Ramla'hibithi slumped against a rock and sighed as if the last of her energy was leaving her to seep into the ground at her feet. How rightly so too, as her feet were the color of mud and grass from her generous tumbles throughout the day. Tumbles. She laughed at herself. More like catastrophes. The lioness had hoped to trek through the rogue lands on get close the boundaries of a pride that she had been planning to visit. Instead Ramla had found her days with tripping over rocks and roots, falling into little ditches, and running into trees. It was starting to be a miserable day and to make it all the worse, Ramla had failed to bump into any creatures to expand her collection of stories.
Staring at the sky, she wanted to call out and demand a pick-me-up, but she settled for sniff and got back on her feet. There was still plenty of day light left with more ground to be covered and the optimist in her cheered that the day could still turn itself around.
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