A few moons had passed since Dhikkara involuntarily became a thrall in the Stormborn pride. He didn't love his new home, but he was adjusting- which scared him a little. At least he had his sister, selfishly, he thought. He longed for them to be free instead, or at least her, but it was reassuring to be able to spend time with family. Many of the other thralls were warm and helpful, as well. But he was slowly becoming resigned to the fact that he was probably stuck here for life.
Might as well make the best of it, right?
The white lion was moseying around the thrall areas, wondering how best to use his time. Should he try to do something that would appease his cruel mistress? Or take some personal time? He figured he would let something else decide for him.
Keira glanced fearfully behind herself as she hurried along. She had to get away! The fear that had clutched at her ever since the band of stormborn males had cornered her earlier that day when she was trying to get something to eat still gripped her tightly. They had toyed and teased with her, tormenting her with nips and bites and joking about who would test her first. She had no idea what they were talking about, but none of it had seemed appealing. So she had run away when one of them had picked a fight, leaving a small gap in their circle. 