

"Why are we still out here," huffed a very annoyed Frigga, marching forward through the rogue lands. They had found a particularly thick forest while out exploring, and it looked like they would be lost in it for quite some time. This, of course, annoyed Frigga, who was very rarely one for exploring. She didn't know how she had allowed Orlan to drag her away from the pridelands in the first place.
Speaking of, the lioness looked over her shoulder, wondering why the white and blue lioness was so quiet. She saw the lioness several feet back, leaning her body against a tree while panting softly.
"What's wrong?" Demanded Frigga, her voice of concern thickly masked with irritation as she marched back over to Orlan.
"I'm not... feeling very well," Orlan replied, "perhaps we can rest for a bit... I'll be fine in a little while, then we can head home." She sank against the earth at that, sighing softly as she rest her head on top of her paws. Frigga watched, frowning deeply.
"I will... get food or something," she said, before huffing and marching to see what she might find for her friend.