Zika was sick and tired of wandering. It felt as though she'd been doing it forever. Granted, it had only been a year or so since she'd left her home and family behind. After the pride had disbanded, there had been no reason to stay. So she'd spent the interim wandering the lands and maturing into an adult lioness who enjoyed pain and pleasure.

But now she was bored. She was tired of visiting random prides and being disappointed at the lack of excitement. There was nowhere that felt like home and nothing to do.

So she continued to wander, practicing and honing her hunting skills and shunning the presence of others.

Glancing around, Zika frowned at her surroundings. She didn't recognize it, and yet....it seemed strangely familiar? How odd. She must have traveled further than she'd expected as her mind was elsewhere. Where on earth was she?