Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

There was nothing that could make Marianne change her mind. Nothing.
Penmannt was doomed if nobody was taken in as new leader soon, and she feared fellow members of the group agreed on this. Rebellious teenagers could be dangerous, especially if one was a loner and also a survivor, while most of the caliphurs at Penmannt had been given good treatment all their life, and this one had to tough up ever since they were young. Or, for Mariannes' sake, the guy could be lying...
Then again, we have this adult loner... Name? Not given, but not quite as dangerous. It seemed this one in particular wanted to do peace instead of battle, which was good and bad. Marianne thought about having them join the group, and even if the reasons behind were selfish (to strengthen the group), they did matter. There were no pregnant caliphurs, or teenagers, or kittens, meaning there would not be juvenile caliphurs to train for a while unless that rebellious teenager loner decided to join in.

In middle of her thinking, Marianne noticed some movements inside the loners' cave, they probably woke up already. The guards looked at her and both moved swiftly, giving her space to enter. She was nobody really important to the group, just a female broodmother who's returning to be a warrior soon, probably, but she had the idea of letting the loners sleep inside one of the unused dens, so naturally they could have trusted she did not really want to slit their throats the moment she was let inside.
Her eyes inspectioned the den, as a mantle of light fell behind her, trying to swipe off the cave's protecting darkness. Her sturdy body covered the entrance in such way that a silhouette could be projected on the den's unevenly-shaped wall. She expected at least one of the loners to be asleep, so she could talk with one at a time, giving her more space and time, but instead, she was surprised to see both chatting with low voices. The guards didn't alert the rest of the group, which made me kind of nervous, but, they did not know where they came from, either- For their sake, these two loners could be lovers, brothers, mother and son, friends or any relationship you could imagine. In the first case- Who wouldnt talk with their lover after being trapped in a den by an unknown (or known) group of dangerous caliphurs?

Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

"We're doing fine." Is the only thing she mouthed for a moment, before procceeding to walk into the den with soft, careful steps. Altough the den was majorly just pieces of wood, rock, sand and clay here and there, there was some dry grass and other flora on the floor, dispersed around. If the loners had gathered enough of it, they could have made a bedding, although there was not enough for two nests and it would have been awkward for both of them.
She inspectioned the area with swift gazes and then looked back at Nyxian.
"How did you sleep?" She asked, quite dryly, but at least, not rudely.

Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

"We have been together for more than 5 years. We aren't going to rip eachothers' throats apart." She answered, pondering another question for the young caliphur. This one was wilder, but if she didn't ask there was no way to know. She would use some information she overheard while she was entering the den.
"Was the name of the young caliphur Nyxian, by causality?" She mouthed it carefully, sitting, looking at Nyxian with calm, benevolance. She brushed her tail against her front legs softly as a way of saying "I'm not being aggressive."

Marianne | Female | 5 Years | Panmennt [Camp] | Panmennt | Broodmother

"So you lied about your past when you met us... Smart move, smart move..." She whispered to herself, looking towards the entrance. She looked back at him and raised from her haunches in a sigh.
"No chance. Penmannt has quite a dislike for loners. I'm gonna bring you something, though."
Whitout losing any further time, she trotted out of the den and inspectioned the food pile. She saw a young sea turtle. She remembered when a warrior came into camp with it on his mouth. The turtle was about as big as his head and a little bit more. She had an idea and she ran towards the warriors cave. She burrowed a sharp rock from the stock of treasures found and went to catch the turtle. When she had both items, she trotted back into the unused den, where the loners were. She hid the sharp object as to avoid raising doubts. She threw the sharp, piercing rock in to the floor, and then, the turtle.
"Here's your dinner. Us Penmannt members live close to the beach, so, naturally, we hunt sea creatures sometimes. Open that thing with the pointy rock. Or maybe you're too much of a tree-stalker to open a shell." She joked around, teasing the teenager. She wanted to test how smart, practical or strong was he by opening a turtle shell. That was difficult for an adult already, but would he manage do it by himself? Maybe he'd ask the other loner to help him. Anyways, turtle meat is extremely healthy, so they shouldn't waste it.