Wodi was in a Mood...although, to be perfectly frank, that was perfectly normal, but she was in an especially restless one, and had been for some time now. Her snark was less playful, more irritable, a transition she would choose to blame on age if called on it. And she could, couldn't she? She was old enough to have joined when Gakere was Umholi, having arrived just after he'd brought Surtak in as his second-in-command of sorts, and that was where all her trouble had started. She had so loved to pick at and on him, made a game of deliberately vexing him, the short male with the strange voice. And she'd tested him in other ways, too, becoming the first lioness in the pride to bear his cubs: strong and fierce little things from the start, all of them. She'd had every intention of going to him again, but then...then he'd gone and disappeared, and after that... She preferred not to think about what had or hadn't happened when he and Gakere got into for gods-knew-what reason and, for all anyone knew, killed each other.
b*****d. She'd been fond of him, so of course he'd had to do something stupid like die. So she'd buried it, covered it over and resolved never to dig it up, pretend that everything was fine while everyone mourned for Gakere and bickered about what to do. For all anyone knew, she couldn't have cared less - it was just boring without Surtak to tease. That was all.
Wodi had occuppied herself with her grandcubs, Lusizi courtesy of the abrupt change in leadership, and all in all had kept to herself, not quite so nosy or so inclined to seek out opportunities to ruffle feathers, although she hadn't hesitated to if the opportunity came directly to her. And she'd been not content, but...settled, or something like it. But then came Khazine, her great-granddaughter, and she'd not hesitated to snarl and spit at the Abaholi she'd previously ignored, for all intents and purposes. There had been real fight and fire in her again, and with that spark back came resentment for allowing herself to ever let it go. To get old.
But she wasn't old, dammit, not yet! Great-granddaughter or no, she refused to be old. Pacing back and forth, tail lashing in irritation, she snarled and swiped a paw at an unfortunate lizard, throwing it against a tree with a force that probably killed it.
Ecavi
...I did not mean for her to be cranky, but apparently she's cranky. sry Kuhasa.