Runa, The Timid Teacher

After being a mind blowing and kind of merciless huntress with the Snipers-Division for years, Runa called out for Darra, to explain him, that she would have had enough of this. She mentioned that her daughter Randale would be a perfect successor (and mumbled nearly inaudible that Randale would have had the most freaking out puberty a lioness could have... Darra got that one hours after he agreed.) Darra listened curiously with a smile on his muzzle as he noticed her muscles and tail started twitching while she nervously talked about cubs and taking care of them using her paws to explain. She got louder losing herself in words, till she finally spitted out that she dreamed of having "more time for that lovely peaceful stuff and all that... Yaknow?"
She tried to grin in a convincing way, but Darra saw the doubt in her face, whether he would take her seriously or not.
It could be that Darra will never understand why she rather reads between the lines than listening to what he actually says. But over the years he had learned how to read her roundabout way of talking. And thus that her joy about the agreement was bigger than she ever could have shown. "So... Runa, The Timid Teacher? Or what?" She nodded, grinning even more nervously. "Great.", Darra said and left. "Will fit you to care for some kids. And maybe useful for your matters, too." As he smiled over his shoulder, Runa'ss frightened look finally released a joyful sparkle in her eyes.
"Thank you.", she whispered.