It was probably not the safest place to be, on the outskirts of the pride’s lands. Especially after all she’d heard about the dangers of rogues. But that had been some time ago now. And she was already dead after all. What was the worst that could happen to her? Not worse than that surely. And the pride needed food. She had stalked a scent all this way, trailing back and forth over the rocky ground as she left the dens and probably most of the others behind. No guards had she passed, but given the state of the pride… there simply weren’t enough to go around.
Her prey must be nearby now though. And that would feed a few hungry mouths. She was useful still, and while she could still be useful then Yamini would stay. But she already knew where she belonged… back in her old den buried beside her beloved kite.