Tensions were.. high. Well, that was putting it lightly.
Ever since the attack on the Queen and her seclusion in the lower den, nearly every soul in the pride had come to experience some form of heightened emotions. The average, day-to-day outlander she had noticed was moving through the motions of life with an underlying sense of apprehension and a touch of anxiety. The royal blood line and those closest to the Queen, however, were alive with an unrivaled fear and thirst for vengeance. The attack had been unfortunate, she would not deny it, but it had also shown her that she was no wrong in choosing this place for her final home. She could fight by these lions with pride.
The ex-Firekin let her thoughts drift as a she wandered along the border, keeping her eyes pealed for even the smallest hint of an ambush. Here there was little shrubbery to conceal those honorless Stormborn but she was not in the game of being reckless; each boulder she rounded, she stood poised for an attack, clearing the area before she revealed herself entirely - and the swollen belly that had begun to become too obvious to pretend was aught else than a litter of broodlings on the way.
For what it was worth, no one had stopped her when she asked to help with the patrols - though they had, nonchalantly, assigned her to a fairly open area.
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