The voices seemed to be attracting a lot of new blood to the Kizingo'zaa. While it was not unusual to spot strange faces amongst the familiar ones, the young huntress had noticed a definitive increase in the amount of new faces that wandered in and out of her homelands. Not everyone stayed for good, but it pleased Lamya to see all of them. There was something special about strangers.
It was a beautiful time of day. The sun hung at an ideal spot in the sky, and the shadows cast by its light were long and tall. Lamya watched and listened to her muses as they mimicked and generally did those things that shadows do best. Like the shadows, Lamya liked to copy things, and it had occurred to her sometime ago that attempting to parrot the voices in her own head could be
a lot of fun.
She hid in the bushes nearby Juno as the younger lioness approached the pride, and did her best to remain still and unnoticed. She watched, playful, as the other lioness stalled at the edge of the pride lands.
"Hellooooo," she whispered from her hiding place, doing her best to sound ethereal and mysterious, "The sun is hiiiiiigh in the skyyyyy todaaaay."