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It had been a days since Dinger had met the lion Cythraul, while wandering the rogue lands. She had more or less been intrigued by the pride in which he was from and their values. As she made her way to the pride borders to meet the male in question she found herself actually growing nervous. Her nervous? Well let's just say it didn't happen often, if ever. Already she could feel her life changing. Whether for the better or worse she wasn't quite sure. But something told her it would be better. Although, it would take some getting used to. After all, it wasn't everyday someone joined a pride for the first time.
As she stood their waiting for the black lion to arrive she found herself wondering exactly what it was she would do within the pride. Cythraul had told her about all the various positions (although not to much to give away his pride to a possible enemy). One had surprisingly striked her interest. It was the position of a Corsair. Dinger certainly wasn't the type of lioness to do such a job, but upon further thinking she finally decided that she would prefer that one. Taking in a deep breath she mentally gathered herself. She could do this. And she would be good at it. Maybe now she would finally earn the right to use her full name. Dingergisbar. Right now it seemed like a name that needed to be earned. It was long and had a strong meaning, thus one could not simply waltz into it. No. She intended on earning every letter within it. Somehow.