The pride had been welcoming and warm to Uriel which some what surprised the female. Sure, her home pride was just as warm if not a bit more festive, but she hadn't imagined other prides to be just as friendly. It was heart warming and refreshing.
The mists them selves , on the other paw, were hard to travel through for Uriel. Often times the lioness would find her self bumping in to things like rocks and some times even other prides members. But in time she'd come to understand how to feel her way through.
At least she hoped she would.
Today Uriel had decided she'd attempt to craft a drum. The female had gathered some pelts and old wood with some vines to tie. It was a simple project. Something that was enough to keep her occupied for the rest of the day.
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