Komori spent a great deal of her time trying to find things to do. She usually went about her days by hunting for the pride or patrolling it's oddly spaced borders. She had come to realize two things since she'd joined the Isoba. The first being that they didn't have any specific borders or at the very least they didn't mark them as many other prides did. The second was that the rank she had taken up, the one that she had been gifted for being exceptionally stealthy, despite her cheerful personality, was rather dull. The leader, or rather, the Ammon, had told her that they would call upon her when they had a task for her to carry out.
Yet, as it was becoming rapidly apparent with each passing day, the Ammon would never have a task for her and she was left with a fancy title that didn't mean a thing. So, today, as per was the usual, the was out hunting in the rogue lands. She preferred night hunting, for the sunlight did not treat her coat well, but she hadn't wasn't to laze about until night fell, so here she was.
Gods... she was perfectly miserable. She had managed to find a small cluster of trees and she was laying in their shade, minimal though it was. How could others stand this heat? She just didn't get it.
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