Utora lowered herself down to the ground, completely behind the log and flattened her ears as a result of being discovered. Frowing a bit she turned away from the direction she'd come and bolted off, hoping they would not pursue her.

She took off for a short distance at high spe4ed before slowing down, exhausting herself further after her long journey. She came to a small river of water with a slight waterfall a few yards away where she lunged in and quickly swam across. She hated not knowing what was beneath the water and remembered the days where her and her mother were forced out of territories, forced to swim across open water with crocodiles in panic. The thought made her swim a bit harder, her head bobbing up and down , water rolling up into her ears and nostrils as she spit and lunged, sloshing her paws back and forth searching for the other shore line to touch and hoist herself out of the water with. It was nice in the humidity, a brief dip into the water. As she found the other side she leapt out and panted, licking her muzzle and scanning around. Utora hesitated, looking behind her, but there was nothing more than dense foilage. She gazed up, her blue eyes scanning the forest roof tops where the birds and primates would play. Light popped through some gaps in the trees, but nothing much. Sighing, Utora turned back to the edge of the water and lowered herself down to lap some up. It restored her a bit as she pondered her location as she drank. There was some anxiety to be had, she held her breath and lifted her head as the smell of a male lion returned. It was not them, however, it was more, another? Utora lifted herself quickly, muscles tense eyes and ears pinned forward to catch every sight and sound. Water beads fell from her muzzle to the forest floor as she slunk down beneath the foilage and slipped through their tangled web to search out this scent. It was a bit mystic, this smell, but none the less a male lion as she pursued the scent onward.

She made little noise, some of it was inevitable. There ahead she could detect a clearing so she slowed herself, then sat, then laid down, waiting. She was fond of waiting at times, just to see what could unfold. The noise of the jungle soothed her as she chuffed a breath and licked her muzzle again. This scent was familiar, but what had happened on her journey to the Elephant Graveyard? It was many months passed. What was once familiar could not be both familiar and threatening, a danger to her life. Perhaps though, it was someone of the old Pride here. Utora resumed her wait, her body a bit exhausted as she laid her head down, hidden by the leaves and trees on the forest floor.