Das Tor
The rogue lands were scary.
Strange crazy lions, cold nights, no pride - Mpeko didn't like it, but returning to a war that scared her was worse, and she simply continued walking, frowning as she moved slowly. She had plenty to think about - mostly worry - but the former Firekin didn't let herself be stopped. There was good too - plants and trees and flowers, and she admired them as she moved, appreciating the change from the desert. The heat wasn't oppressive, she wasn't called weak or cowardly, and she could hunt food she liked. She didn't have to fight anybody, and the rogue lands were warm and safe when she saw friendly groups, however, Mpeko had nobody permanent, and the female simply wandered.
Tonight, she approached a watering hole, moving to lie on the grass and drink before looking for the kind of small prey found around, and she yawned and stretched as she relaxed, ears flicking.
It was a peaceful place, and one she appreciated.