Aytanin had decided to go out and gather materials for her paintings. Her supply of dyes were running low and she hated the idea of having none mid-painting. The sun was just rising up when she started to leave the heart of the pride. She wanted to get her task done early so she wouldn't miss out on hunting later with her group.
Around her neck she wore a lightly decorated pouch that she used to hold some of her smaller findings. On her back she had a larger, simply made pack. Both were made by Täftxuyu, the pride's crafters. She had always admired their work and when she was younger she was certain that she would become one herself. However, she found that she was a skilled hunter and felt that she could do more for the pride that way.
It did not stop her from painting though. Her paintings was how she connected with others and how she relaxed. There was nothing quite like it for her. The colors she needed were mostly blue and reds. She was certain that the right flowers were in blood that she needed for her dyes, all she needed to do was to find them. Her eyes were filled with determination and she continued onward.
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