Woha'li was content. It was mid morning, and she and Binti had taken down an antelope, eating their fill before the elder lioness had padded off on her own, leaving Woha'li to plop down in a nearby patch of shade, the remains close enough for her to keep an eye on. They were still blending back into the rest of the clan; years of lingering on the fringes meant that relationships would need to deepen gradually.
It was something that she had no desire to rush, now that she'd made the decision to re-immerse herself. She debated carrying what was left of the antelope back to the rest of the clan, in case anyone had less success today, before deciding to remain as she was for a bit longer...her belly was full, after all, and she couldn't resist a little bit of laziness.
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