Noivurn

It's truly bizarre, the way love can make you feel, yet still we crave it.

She had been unable to attract anyone’s interest in Onuris… to be fair, she hadn’t mustered the courage to ask anyone to go honey hunting with her. She was a bit downhearted but was determined to provide for her tribe. She wasn’t going to come back empty pawed this time! She had headed off early in the morning before the sun had risen. She was hoping to reach the hive while the morning air was still chilly so the bees would hopefully be asleep. The hive she had in mind was the same one where she had been stung a few days prior. It was in the hollowed-out trunk of a large tree that was somehow still living. The thought

The sandstorm had died down, finally, but Uthuli was still feeling the effects. Her leg rarely hurt much anymore, except at the end of the day, but bad weather always brought an ache to it. She found herself isolating once again, only leaving her den to work with the trainees to fulfill her duties to the Pride. She hardly even ate, not wanting to exhaust much of the pride's little food on herself. She found herself wistfully thinking on her days as a hunter as she dozed off, wishing once again she could take chase with her pridemates, go in for the kill, carry her prey triumphantly back through the mountains... Her breathing slowed as she sta