So this was one of the prides that regarded itself as the 'elite'? The lioness had taken to wrinkling her nose at the salty air, to her senses it wasn't the most pleasant of regions. She wasn't one for high, cutting winds and more to the point, the strong scents in the air rather disrupted the ability to detect much of anything.
...Was it always so foul?
She shook her head, regardless of her views on the weather the group of lionesses had come for a reason. They'd followed a rumour and had challenged various prides and rogue bands in an attempt to find somewhere worthy of their attention. So far they hadn't found it and their last lead had brought them here to where it was said two of their very band had a parent.
Something to do with their father if she remembered right, but their mother had always had an eye for high quality males.
Thus she now turned her attention to those who guarded the borders - some seemed disinterested, but others seemed to have a fire in them that indicated more than just a little, that they had something to prove. She'd sooner deal with those filled with fire than those who were bored, their slovenly nature wasn't exactly appealing to her...
Vashtya