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The golden eyes watched as a small unwanted beetle started to make its way up the trunk of the fallen tree before spreading it wings and fluttering away. Nyala was a little bored with herself her mother was out looking for herbs for the pride and well she had lost interest in being around her siblings for the time being. Not to mention she needed to avoid the fact that the nannies would keep her from traveling too far in the pride lands in worry of getting herself hurt. In her own opinion she was rather careful enough not to get herself hurt being out alone wasn't she? Well she thought she was, the adults not so much.
Flicking her tail Nyala peered at the sun that hung in the middle of the sky as her stomach began to give a bit of a rumble. She had forgotten that despite her wonderful adventure out of careful eyes that she still had to eat. Looking around she wondered if maybe she could actually hunt something herself, it couldn't be that hard could it?