Hana raced toward home, huge paws thundering across the ground as she sped through the jungle, leaping fallen trees and dodging between the underbrush. She had been out with a band of Patrons investigating a small pack of hyenas that had been hanging around the border for a few days - nothing serious, just an excursion to put the pride's minds at ease - when another Patron had come to relieve her, saying she was needed at home to speak with her sister, Vanellope.
The maroon lioness had tried to appear calm, assuring the new addition would be brought up to speed and everything was in order before nodding and thanking her pride mates, then padding deliberately slowly toward the camp. But the moment she was out of sight she had burst into a full sprint. Her family knew how important her job was to her, and they never sent for her unless there was big news. While that didn't necessarily mean bad, Hana couldn't help but feel panic starting to gnaw at her insides at being called on by Nelly. Especially Nelly. She had always felt especially protective of her blue sister, who had always been more reserved and innocent than her litter mates.
When she was close to the camp, Hana slowed to a trot, and eventually to a walk, trying to give her thudding heart a chance to slow to its regular rhythm. She spotted Nelly and loped over, ecstatic to see that she didn't seem hurt, curiosity taking place of her fears.
She reached her sister and brushed her muzzle along Nelly's cheek. "Nelly. What's wrong?" Hana never had been much for beating around the bush.
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