Triste's tail flicked behind her as she padded toward the den of one of the priestesses. One particular priestess, in fact. She might be an apprentice yet, but the grey flame-marked lioness had much to discuss with Susu. The state of the pride was troublesome and, for now, superseded her own personal quest. Her father, whoever and wherever he might be, could wait.

"Priestess Susu?" she called out. "Might I speak with you?"