While she could never see herself tied down in one place, the Pridelands were as close to a home as was possible in Meera's books. It probably helped that she had family who lived here, but it was also just their way of life. The pride had always been so accepting of her coming and going and it was such a centralized place; it was easy to return to when needed.
Tail flicking behind her, the cheeton meandered through the tall grass; almost aimlessly, considering how she kept veering this way and that, but still relatively in a straight line. Her thoughts were on the strange area she'd passed on her way in. There were massive holes everywhere, and the smell of stale blood, though mostly faded, still lingered in some places.
It made her shiver.... and worry. She hoped everyone was okay.