The weather had been grueling the last few days - heat had been rolling about causing moisture in the air and humidity made activity much harder than it should have been. The lioness, nearly an adult by this point, had made the decision to take some time on the prides cliffs to enjoy the breeze that came rolling in with the water crashing against the walls. The spot had been favored by most of her family, including the family that wasn't blood and seemed questionable at times. Those thoughts weren't floating about in her mind at that point though.
As she approached the ledge she peered downward. The motion caused her braid to fall into her face and she blew at it to free herself from the hair that had begun to stick to her nose. Everything was just so uncomfortable. She groaned about it briefly before limply collapsing onto her gut. She was still very near to the edge, head hanging over it. From above it was entirely possible she'd look like a headless body - something like that could be alarming.
"Rain.." She muttered. The complaint was wrapped up into a singular word. Rain wasn't often a stranger to these parts, so she was sure they'd see some soon. Or she'd go insane.
Wasteland Wyvern