The sun was setting in spectacular fashion, the sky burning bright and furious with reds and golds and purples. Samira watched from her perch upon the top of her rocky den, one that hundreds of Ela had slept in during their migrations around their territory. Taking a deep breath of the slowly cooling air, she let out a sigh of contentment. She'd been alu'nadi for a few years now and finally felt comfortable in her skin, taking authority when needed, tattooing her clan as they grew. She'd taught and help raise the Sky clan's nvwati, a position that had been empty since she'd joined as alu'nadi and he'd been in his roll for well over a year now as well. Everything was finally settled into place and she could relax.It allowed her mind to wander, to think of what else she wanted to do now that she was confident in her abilities to lead her clan. And that next step involved her beloved mate, Tatyana. He had been a marriage of convenience, a political move to hopefully draw the more traditional Ela to her side. He was a gentlelion and very kind and over the years love had blossomed between them, making their mateship all the easier to have. Samira was forever grateful for his gentle nudging in the right direction when she had questions about the Ela's traditions or ways of thinking and he had always stood behind her without wavering. It was finally time to focus on them.
Taking one last look at the sunset, Samira hopped off the top of the den and moved into the semi darkness within.
"Tatyana?" she called out, her voice echoing in the rocky space. "Are you up?"
Syrius Lionwing

