EMPTY SHORELINES | baked goods

[rhosmari]

She was supposed to be resting. Yet the lioness often found herself restless and needing to do something of importance. Or at least be around enough that she could watch and be exposed to what was happening around Tanglewood. Even now she was being careful about her leg and maneuvering so that she didn't have to use it as often. A little stumble here and there from time to time was frustrating but she was managing and that was what mattered. She would always have a large scar across the back of her leg from her Pitt encounter. Always a reminder of one's hate and another's inaction. Her ears perked up as she listened to sudden conversation and she pulled rounded ears forward. Tilting here head the pale creature would change her path and head that way and when she poked her head in she realize that it was a whole crowd.

Oh and there was something else. Something she didn't understand. Her tribe did not cook things, well, bake. Cook they did but just with the flesh from beasts that they caught and killed to sustain the tribe. This was different it seemed. Her muzzle sniffed the air to try and understand the hard disks before she tilted her head and moved all the way in, holding her injured leg off the ground. Her head at least was giving her a reprieve from the swimming feeling and so she managed a smile but confusion was in her gaze. "Um..this one is sorry but she doesn't understand. What are these little flat rocks?" She knew they were edible at least the smell told her this. But she was a little apprehensive on trying them. "She does think they smell very good."