Zaniah wasn’t a great hunter. She knew this, and it was something she was actively working on. Considering she was a huntress for the Mwezi, her entire job relied on her being good at stalking and taking down prey. Unfortunately, she was never directly taught how to hunt and, when separated from her mother in her young adulthood and finding the pride, she sort of just… got the title and started from there. It’s not as if the Mwezi provided training for full-grown lions - that was typically reserved for cubs and adolescents.
For the most part, she’d done a pretty good job of hiding this simple fact. Playing support on hunting expeditions, going off on her own and bringing back only easy prey, but she knew it wasn’t sustainable. But gods, it was just so tiring, but she was also so, so hungry.
Zaniah was stalking off around the main part of the pride, where the dens were, when she spotted a large, pale lioness dragging what looked to be a very large (at least to Zaniah’s eyes) kill back to the dens. Instantly, Zaniah’s brows went up, and she changed course. Light on her feet, she trotted over to the other lioness - one she really didn’t recognize (although, admittedly, she was still quite new to the pack! And it was big. So big.) - and smiled a big smile. “That looks like a great kill, good job on that one.” It was a little weird, her trotting up to someone just to compliment their kill, but it was as good of an opening as any, she figured - and she did tend to be the selfish sort. Now if only the lioness would offer to share...
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omg I'm so sorry ;; I had this half-written for literal months before I finally picked it back up again, omg