A Calling

Taiga watched the interaction between the pair of ligers. A tinge of jealousy bit at her mind. Not because she felt covetous of Raumr, but because she felt covetous at the fact that they were the same species. The cave lioness would never be able to feel that same sense of kinship and belonging again. Not in this place. After all this time though, if winter opened up the path between Boreas and her old home... where would she choose to go? Though she had made friends here, there were no lasting relationships. No one to come home to. No home at all. Taiga was still utterly alone.

The voices of the pair brought Taiga out of her ruminations and she directed her gaze back towards them. Graive, the pale woman named herself. Raumr then introduced them both, paying her complement as he did so. The thickly furred lioness released a soft chuff of amusement at his words and nodded to the slender feline. She was a beautiful creature, slim and lithe whereas Taiga was rounded with muscle. There was a loneliness in her pallid gaze that Taiga recognized. She made the decision then that they would be friends.

Graive spoke of accompanying them for the night and Raumr deferred to Taiga. The rosette covered lioness gave a nod of approval. "If we are to become a temporary pride, we should feast. There are deer nearby. Boar as well. Take your pick and I can deliver either." Or they could hunt with her. Taiga only imagined that the pair might like to get acquainted, being of the same species and all.

"Taiga"