"Yes, there. Right there, thank you."
Triste dismissed one of the pride thralls carting her belongings with a wave of her paw, watching them as they set down their burden and scurried away. She really ought to get her own thrall...those belonging to no specific master tended to be used harder with none caring much more past than that they lived. Poor things. Surely she could do better for one that was stuck here anyway.
But that was an issue for another day, as much as one might have made moving into her new den easier. Triste dismissed her musings, looking over the area with steely silver eyes. She was finally a Priestess, and with the responsibilities came certain benefits. Like a better choice of den locations. Not so fine as that of the High Priestess or her seniors, but better than that of your average unwed Freeborn lioness of no particularly notable bloodline.
She wrinkled her nose slightly at the bundle containing the bulk of her possessions, trying to plan where she might place each item. The furs over here...herb-work tools over there...
