Ravenshook Cliffs look like meat's back on the menu, boys

Saucy’s border patrols had become more frequent since her return, her attitude about the whole idea of their pack was slightly changed. She was more serious now- they were becoming a pack, not just a group of friends. Others had joined their ranks, and claims were being made; she’d become accustomed to the land and was starting to establish a pride in it. The sea felt like her own, the crashing waves were her compatriots as much as her pack mates. Everything was just so much more valuable to her now, so her need to protect it all was more urgent than ever.

The white lioness was finishing up a patrol when she heard the call of a friend. Velen, good old trouty mouth. She smiled at the sound of his voice, as they hadn’t had much time to catch up since her return. She took up her paws in the direction of the bronze male, her excitement to see him was brimming, though she tried to contain it. She couldn’t seem too excited to see him, she didn’t want to give him that power. When he came into view she slowed her pace to a confident swing and a friendly smirk and called out, Missed me?