The purple and pink lioness held her head down low. Her spirits were just as diminished. It had been a few days since she had lost track of her mother, Mbalamwezi and her niece, Xanthippe. What little sign that had been left by Xan was not good. Rather foreboding, actually. Her brows were furrowed while she sulked along. She was being trotted along to her captors' pride ... what did they call themselves? Stormborn? The ... Myrsky Syntynyt? Reavers, they claimed to be, vikings and so on and such. She had rolled her eyes initially, but her energy and mood were so low that she did not even bother anymore.
The lioness had been on a hunger strike, not that the reavers had been overeager to get her to feed on their kill with them, but another thrall who was along with them, a white, young, soft-spoken male named Dhikkara, tried to ease her transition. He tended to the wounds she had gained trying to defend herself from Delphi, his mistress, the two occasions she had tried to escape. Dhikkara had told Ebumnyami she was lucky that she had been taken by Phlegyas, Delphi's father instead. As an alternative to Delphi, perhaps. He tried to encourage her to eat, but she longed for the freedom that she had known.
And even her annoying little niece.
They were right upon the pride's border, and she heard shouting in the distance.
Xanthippe had arrived in the pridal lands of the Myrsky Syntynyt just a couple of days earlier. She had been a trophy from a ... viking ? (she thought she was starting to figure some of this stuff out by hearing it repeatedly). She munched contentedly on scrap from a kill with a morsel of meat between the joint of some bones. Her new mistress had left her for a brief moment, assuring her she would return quite soon, and Xanthippe had nodded. So far Adelheid had been treating her pretty nicely. She heard some commotion at the nearby border where some... reavers? were returning from a viking. She dropped her treat and padded over to see what all the fuss was about.