Rehoming this quick wasn't usual for the Miroslav. But seeing how things went down as they did in her lata home she prefered to look for a better place. A more established one. And this time hopping to do so with family on the same neighborhood. Floppy ears flicked forward as the patched lioness moved through the bast lands ahead. She had come from far away, moving just ahead. Never looking back, always forward. Knowing well to not allow the past to keep her tied and away from any better place waiting for her.

The night was young and flesh. Hunger soon kicked in and it was time to find food.

(This post was last modified: Dec 27th, 12:08 PM by Ceres.)