It hadn't been long since Dagny and her mother had returned home with some loot and a thrall to help her out. She had had some good luck on that viking both with loot and with ingredients. A few of the plants she had brought back for her side hobby went well with the mint on a nice hunk of meat. Unfortunately, though she had also brought back this plant with her to garden here at home, it wasn't going very well. It didn't seem to like their climate… She was skulking on the border before a planned viking. She had been excited to hear that her second one would be soon, and she could go with her son if he wanted to join her in her band for his first viking! Though, she wasn't sure he'd go for it… He might prefer instead to be more independent, and that was fine by her either way. Merker was a full-grown lion now, and one to be proud of, like all of her cubs!
But that viking wasn't for about a week, and in the meanwhile she was preparing herself. Today, she was doing so by wandering out to the very edge of their territory, looking to defend from attackers if need be or to battle hopeful rogues for their future freeborn status. Or to continue wandering with nothing happening at all. Whichever comes first.
Peppermint Coffee
((Sorry I'm so late in the day!))
The large, grey male stretched himself out, his tongue rolling out as he yawned at the same time. He rubbed his nose with his paw afterwards. 
