'Izzah had been chasing rumours of a pride of violent warriors for weeks. After her home had broken up and fallen apart from both internal and external pressure, 'Izzah had at first not known what to do with herself. She had seen a whole band of the enemy Querty lions leave, following their leader but she had no followed. They may not have a pride any longer, but the old hatred still ran hot and wild in her. Instead, she had turned her back on her old home and the band of refugees and set off on her own. She had wandered, unsure of her direction until she had started to come across tales of a pride of warriors. Killers of the highest order. As she started to hunt down these stories she had learned more about them. They were fighters, they held to a kind of code, or set of rules at the very least. They accepted anyone if they could prove they were strong enough to be a part of the pride, and they took slaves if not. While the idea of slaves was strange to her, the though of having a home where her fighting ability was important proved a temptation too great to ignore. A new home with the same values and customs as the one she had grown up with was like a lifeline to her.
Finally, she trached the location of this pride to what was clearly its origin, judging by the giant forbidding forest and the thick scent of lions in the air. She had lingered on the edge of their territory, studying those few she saw and slowly gathering intellegence on the pride, deciding if it truly was the home she had travailed all this way for. She had also learned of the tradition of challenging for her place within the group and had decided, once her mind was made up about joining them, that she would need to hunt and eat well before trying to take on one of the big males she had seen on patrol. She had complete faith in her own skill, but she had travailed far and hard. It would be prudent to prepare before going to find one of them.
