Priestess Idphy

Lady Idun looked down upon the young cub, a gentle smile on her face. Little Idphy had such a resemblance to the Lady herself when she was a cub, boisterous and excited, bouncing around to anything any everything that caught her attention. Of course, Lady Idun had mellowed out with age, she never did grow out of her love for others, which is why they are here now, standing in front of the grove where cubs of all kinds tumbled about and tussled together, some sleeping in the shade, others stretched out beside the other ladies of the the grove on the sun warmed rocks.

“Young Lady Idphy, do you wish to join me here, in this grove, to protect not only those that cannot protect themselves, but to live peacefully and solitary in the Raum pride?” Lady Idun spoke softly, her tail wrapped feather light over the shoulders of the little cub. It wasn’t often they invited the young into the wanderers den, aptly referred to as “the adoption grove,” though that was not quite what it was… No, this den was for the misfits, the ugly, the unwanted, many coming from their own pride, regrettably. Sah had no need nor want for the useless. Though, some had wandered by, attracted by the lush territories of Westline, though, sometimes they did wonder how some of these misfits got here, seeing as the territory did not just reveal itself to anyone.

The cub nodded eagerly, a determined expression set on her soft face. “I do, please let me be apart of this, Lady Idun!” She squeaked, her voice not yet reaching the deep tones that come with maturity.

“Then it shall be,” Lady Idun dipped her head, “Young Priestess Idphy, welcome to the den of Wanderers. You will walk in the great paw steps of those that came before you, as our Healer.”