Taking a break from her training, Banhishikha decided it was time to tried to act like another huntress of the pride. She had to get her story straight and learn the trades to be able to be a passable huntress. It was vital she kept her true job a secret, and she was determined to make Morag proud of her. She didn't particularly like this part, but it was the most important thing about being what she was being trained for.
She stopped and stretched for a moment, letting her claws dig into the sand below. A loud yawn escaped her mouth while in the process of her stretch. It had been a long night, and she had gotten little sleep, but she had to get use to that. Sometimes that was what it was like to be a spy. She closed her mix-matched eyes, then opened them again. She took a quick glance with her black and red eyes to see if anything interesting could be picked up.
It seemed a pretty calm morning, say the least. It felt like perhaps it was going to be a boring day. She needed to find someone, maybe convince a small hunting party, or some other duty she could try to keep herself busy.
