It had been a while since Nawiri had found her way in to the home of the Nomadic pride, and she was finding herself more and more at home here. Sure, there were some hiccups - she had somehow lost her friend and charge that she joined with, but on the plus side, learning how to be stealthy was apparently a natural knack for her, so saw it as balanced.
If she could truly ask for anything in this new life - it was a constant companion, someone she could vent and talk to, without worrying about stepping too hard on toes within the clan. There were families, and she was starting to think she was going to have to look outside of her clan. So here she was, standing on the border of the Shadow Clan, watching the comings and goings of the other clans as they did their thing - whatever it was.
Andranis
I AM THE WORSE AT STARTING.