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Moricorm was not oblivious. She was no seer, but she was observant. And something was wrong with the seers of the pride. They were uneasy, plagued by...something. She wasn't sure what. Even her mate and precious daughter Noh were troubled by something. (Though in Noh's case, it seemed more like annoyance than worry.) The dark lioness stopped in front of a den she was very familiar with, simply because of the amount of time she'd once spent around its owner.
"Nyota, are you in?" Or was he out already? She sat, awaiting an answer. Or the lack of one.
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