Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tifu panted slightly as she finished her training spar, padding out of the way so that another pair might use the area. The big lioness had garnered some attention since advancing so far in the tournament, but as of yet there had been no invitations to go a-viking. So she trained, and she waited, and she learned more about this pride she had fought her way into. Thralls had been a surprise, but not an alien concept. The Firekin had kept slaves, once, and those that had escaped the Nergui spoke of the same. She wasn't sure how she felt about it yet, but such were the ways of this place. A thrall at least had some chance to better their position. All in this pride did.

For now, rest, then more training.

The big lioness paused, searching a moment for the appropriate response to the still-unfamiliar greeting. "It is a good day to die," she returned finally as she looked over the lioness who'd spoken to her. The red and black pelt looked as if it would have been at home in the Firekin, and the lioness who bore it had the look of a fighter. A new partner to spar with? She could perhaps spare the time for another round... "I am Tifu." Short, simple, lacking the informal second name she'd noticed others using--seemingly more to denote lineage than anything else. To her knowledge, she had no family here, and she deemed it unnecessary.