Elder Rhafiti

Adopted by Diagento, Watched on by Lady Rifanae
You approached Elder Rhafiti to groom her, but she just sort of stared at you. She then shuffled awkwardly a bit before going to lay down in her usual spot.

From her earliest memories of cubhood, Rhafiti walked with death. It was in the violence of her begginnings-her very first pride which sent her spiraling into a world far from her mother's mothers. It baked down on her back as she wandered through sands and grass. When she settled into what became her home, it was in the tenacity she shown in the hunt. And in her old aching age, it was in the quieter things.. in falling leaves, and the crunch of twigs. These moments of silence once held dangers.. death was a shadow of an enemy lion, always present. But now she could finally rest- and instead felt as if she was beside an old friend, the shadow resting at her back- no longer threatening- but allowing a contrast to a life that shown brightly with it there. It was tempting to regret. She could have been closer to her pride mates. Could have had more cubs. But it was not in her way, always on the farthest edge of a firesides light, always making sure everyone was safe. Did they ever know, all this time, that she was a friend?