Zsaria paced the outcropping of the northern shore, her mind racing to connect itself. Many things had happened during the latest raid, she had brought herself a strong albeit damaged thrall, and her den was getting the proper care from its back. But others things had happened as well, things she would have rather pushed out of her mind than acknowledge even while alone. A moment of weakness was all, it didn't make her any less of a reaver. The thought made her itch for a fight, perhaps she would pay Taraxa another visit. No, that hadn't been fair even before his poor cub had gotten all mixed up. Now it would just be a pointless exercise, no true passion behind it. She needed to find someone else. There were others of course, the pride grew each day, but her spirit did not desire an outsider. She wanted someone like herself. A challenge, even if the arena was merely the mincing of words.