Sowing Seeds

[Dotty]

June 20th | Pridelands

It felt strange to be back in her old home, Dotty thought. It had seemed so long ago that she had been forced to leave with Scar and the others loyal to him that it felt like it happened a lifetime ago. Priderock was now a pile of rubble and no fit place for a king anymore and seeing it in such a state was upsetting. It had been her home. She had been born in the caves just underneath the great monolith.

But they were here with a job to do and so there wasn't much time for reminiscing about the past.

"Looks like that idea is bust." she spoke up, pushing a small stone with her paw "There's no way we're gonna be able to live here unless we dig our way into the caves. That'll take forever though and the rainy season won't last forever."

They had been lucky to get here just after the rains had doused the land and everything was green and fertile again. Perfect for starting a project to grow and farm food for the Shadowglens back in their new base. After all, with such warm weather all year around it seemed like a perfectly logical idea to set up their new farming operations back home in Africa than in the colder Europe they'd been forced to flee to by the Rogues.

[Owl]

        Owl had no particular connection to the rock formation.  Her feelings extended as far as thinking it was a shame that a natural beauty was altered, but nothing else.  She didn’t think much of her stepmother’s response to her brief mention of it-- which was a small chuckle.  There was a lot about Nil she didn’t know.  Heck, there was a lot about her not even Kattz knew.  The lack of connection was something that bothered Owl.  So much so she was spending less time with her father and stepmother.

        She held her head low as she wandered aimlessly.  The first thing she noticed was the voice off to one side behind her, then she picked her head up and looked.  That one was Dotty.  Owl seemed to care to get more personal than either of her parents, so she already knew all the animal’s names -- it was the humans she didn’t care to be acquainted with.  Luckily, none of them seemed to give this place the time of day.

        “We,” Owl started slowly as she padded closer, “Couldn’t build lean-to's?

        Owl had to question why wild animals needed shelters in the first place.  Maybe for comfort’s sake?  She tried to be helpful anyway.  As her attention gravitated outward, she saw something dark and thin.  When her odd eyes focused, her brows rose.  That was Nil.  The six-legged beast was quite a distance away, standing high on a rock pile, watching her.  Owl wasn’t sure what she thought about that.