Musa hadn't meant to come so far. He had begun to recognise the land as he travailed but the drive for food had kept him going. It was days since his last meal and that had been far too small for a full grown lion. So he had stuck to the trail he had been following, but it was weak and kept peetering out until at last he lost it altogether. By the time he had to give it up as a lost cause he had become distracted by the sheer devistation of the land around him. Drought had been prevelant, and food scarse. But this? The earth was dust where it was not blackened and scorched by what looked like a recent fire.
Worry for those he had left behind in the Ithambo churned in his gut. Should he go back and help? Or would his arrival only cause further issues? Lifting his head from where he had been trying to identify a lump of charred something-or-other, he frowned. He wanted to know if his sisters and mother had survived whatever had happened here...
.:. Shadows of Africa - New Guild! .:.
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