Yawning softly, the grey-coated Ikhansela paused a moment on the path an stretched stiffly. It had been long day full of basic and boring duties, but finally she was free of the other council members, no one needed her advice or ability, and she was gloriously alone. No that being alone was her goal, no, she just needed to walk, to use her body again after so long cooped up inside the large cave. Lifting her head she closed crimson eyes, drawing in a deep breath of the cool, crisp mountain air. Her iron grey coat mirrored the solid stone of the mountain side itself, and she possessed the same sense of timeless strength and endurance.
Shaking herself lightly she resumed her walk, padding calmly along the path as she wound her way down from the caves to the basin floor. It was a pleasant evening and she wanted to move among the pride, to surround herself in the warmth and life of her beloved family. Since she had never conceived cubs of her own, the retired Offensive Commander had taken to adopting orphans to raise, and she was a second mother to many of the younger generations, often seen as the wise aunt who's paw you feared and who's advice you respected. Known for her soft, husky voice and no-nonsense manner.
