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Itsaso prowled through the shadows. The young adol was restless. Her mother had been asking her if she'd given any more thought to her future rank within the pride. She thought about it quite frequently, in fact. Unfortunately that didn't mean she had any better idea which rank she wanted. Quite the opposite. Itsaso had no idea what rank she wanted.
The young lioness prowled the shadows of the commons. She wasn't just pacing. She was looking for a particular lion. He'd joined practically as she and her litter had outgrown the need for a nanny. It was definitely the awkward stage of needing but not needing a babysitter. But he was an adult. She was hoping he could offer some sage wisdom that she couldn't ask from her mom. She was a teenage after all.
The vulture rode calmly on the shoulder of the rolling piece of ocean. Mochni had bonded to the young cub, and watched her grow. He understood the pressure being placed on the young female now old enough to start training. She couldn't train until she picked a path. For this though, he had no advice to offer no matter his age. First he wasn't a lion, and second familiars didn't have ranks. They took on the one their bonded picked.
He had his preferences naturally, but this would be Itsaso's life. He felt it was only right that she be the one to choose. Mochni kept his eye out for the lion he knew she to be looking for.