Sabah walked as gracefully as one could with their tail perpetually between their legs. The young lioness felt jittery all the time, and was constantly looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was there. There was a lot of anxiety that had built up inside of her since the time of Shangyue's rise; anxiety that wasn't likely to go away like the moon behind the dunes.
The Great Lion had turned their backs on them, and she didn't know how to get his favor back.
Still, she could enjoy the little things. She had seen a few cubs that morning. The little ones were happy and chipper, running around her heels despite the chastising from their mother. It had been a happy reprieve from her rather solitary lifestyle. Maybe she would be able to find some cubs to watch on her own...? Surely someone would need a babysitter, or perhaps she should take up a hobby?
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