This pride, with all its snow and wonder, was growing on her. The spoiled lioness had never had to work hard before, but here she was, forging a new life for herself. Alone. She had never imagined it before, because she had never thought she would have to.
But now, it seemed, she was doing all sorts of things she had never thought she would have to do.
Inuka was not the best at caring for herself. She was sitting at the water's edge, pondering how to get a fish, because she was not familiar enough with the stores and collections to know she could go and get food other people had caught for her. She was staring at the water with a wrinkled nose and a look of distaste.
Who wanted to do this for a living? Sticking their paws in ice cold water and hoping a floppy, slimy thing got caught to their claws. It was positively barbaric. But thinking like that would never get a fish in her stomach, so she sat there and tried to get herself to push through her concerns and get herself some damn dinner.
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