Caliburn was running, keeping her muscles in shape; killing more than two birds with one stone. She was heading in the direction of the soldiers' dens, wanting to check in on and visit some of her former pupils, and the physical exertion kept her mind clear and steady.
The tan colored lioness' feet pounded the well known path, it was early and she could see particles of dust shine in the midmorning sun. In her youth, as a young cub and juvenile, she thought she would live on the other end of this path, with the soldiers, and now she was the governess of Caddoc, helping the King's people, and doing what was best and just for the Caddocian lions. Caliburn thought she would bare scars from great quests, but the only scars she bore were from training exercises.
