Nafsi was ready. She had followed Phosphor to his home land and she was ready to earn her spot in the pride. She hadn't shown it, but she was a little nervous. This could be her new home- her next step. Breaking free from her old pride and finally finding a new sense of purpose.
But first, she had to win the fight.
She looked across at Phosphor, taking a deep breath. As always, she looked poised and collected, like she expected everyone to bow at her paws. "alright! I'm ready when you are," she told the male decidedly, "we may begin the battle now!" Boy, she hoped she managed to get into the pride on her first try.
There was a lot of pride in the lioness. Pride that would have been broken if she couldn't win on the first attempt. Still, she was willing to learn from her mistakes and try again if need be. Such was the proper way of things. That was how she had been taught.
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Phosphor was glad to have found Nafsi out in the Roguelands. During the walk back, he had told her all he knew about the place he now called home, how the social structure worked, how one could work their way up the ranks should they so choose, and how once a year the very Warlord himself could be challenged and a new ruler could take his place. It seemed to be very different from where Nafsi was from, but he was sure she'd fit right in.