Morana Goddess of the Dead Morana had followed Alva, staying to her side respectfully as she continued onward. Following the scent that coated the females pelt and matching it with the borders of the Hollow. However, when they arrived Morana didn't cross the border but instead stood there respectfully and called out for this leader whomever she was. Morana had once been a leader herself and perhaps could help but she wasn't entirely sure. It depended on if this woman wanted her help while she searched for her children. If @Úlla didn't want help then why would Morana join the Hollows? She wasn't here to play around and cause drama."Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Alva stood by Morana’s side quite contently. “I’m sure Úlla should be able to help you, even if it’s just with shelter and a place to bring your children back too.” She said kindly, offering her new pal a smile. “And even if she can’t help you with a location, I will personally do what I can to help you with your cause.”

“Cubs shouldn’t be without their mother.” She stated firmly. The funny thing about Alva is that she greived her own lack of a mother but unlike many she hadn’t grown bitter about it- it just motivates her to raise her own young ones. Eventually.

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

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tending to her empty den is a simple task that keeps ulla's mind off of every storm and chaos that's happening outside. with the bluff's newest addition, ulla couldn't help but wonder if vermier and his wretches will attempt another war. ulla saw firsthand what war is like in amaryllis, and like the ones back home, it's not easy to come out on top. while a part of her is eager to have an excuse to slay another lion, ulla wants to make sure the timing is right for when she herself is at the best of her ability and health to defend what is hers. and it's always relieving to know the scent of familiar lions, her lions, standing before the entrance. ulla knows all too well that @Alva must've brought home another recruit to join the hollows, as the scent clinging to her side is distinct. ulla slips out of the darkness and she spies a dark-pelted lioness alongside her noble. welcome to obsidian hollows. i am ulla, the high sovereign. what shall i call you? she's speaking directly to @morana after a nod of greeting to alva. the dark lioness seems to know what she's doing, just by a quick glance at her face. she's not young either, so she must have experience too.

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Morana Goddess of the Dead @Alva was a sweet girl and Morana could enjoy that. It brought a smile to the aging woman as she listened to the noble speak. And I will be in your debt for helping me. She would explain right before someone joined them. Violet eyes locked onto the woman before her as she introduced herself as @Úlla and as High Soveriegn. A dip of her head went to the woman respectfully. A pleasure to meet you, I am Morana Zero. She would begin before getting straight to the point. Your noble has spoken highly of you and so I wanted to meet you myself as well as ask you a question. She would admit. Morana wasn't sure if she would join but she also knew how hard it was to be a rogue and a female. I've come looking for my children. They are twins, a boy and a girl, that look just like me. Have you seen them?"Talk here." && 'Think here.'

Alva remained silent, using the art of seen and not heard for the time being. Instead she sat by @"Morana" , listening carefully and looking at @Úlla her face was one Of hope for her new pal, but also of pride. Would Úlla be impressed that she’d already managed to attempt to recruit someone, helping the other female in the prosses? Alva hoped so, eager to impress the seemingly stoic Úlla. After all, two birds with one stone- that to Alva seemed great!

The pink hued lioness listened carefully for any help Úlla could provide, getting ready to take action instantly to find the cubs if it was possible.

Never give up

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

code by corvus

whatever sweet talk @Alva spoke to @morana must be better than what ulla will ever make in a lifetime. she's never good with such dulcet words and girlish whims, not when she's so old. that alone makes ulla respect alva, as she knows when to speak sweet and when to speak proper. all are business, of course. for now, ulla allows her ears to twist forward and listen to the dark woman speak. i'm afraid i haven't seen them she says, before looking at alva. but we can keep an eye out for them. i also have allies within other prides who can let us know should your children stumble into their territory. lost children are always a grave concern for anyone, especially their mothers. on the other paw, some children don't want to be found and will make certain of it.

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Morana Goddess of the Dead It was what she thought. Neither had the high sovereign seen her children and that was heart breaking. A sigh came from her, a wave of sadness overcoming her features but she would nod in slight understanding. Did she want to join the Hollows or did she want to continue her path on being a rogue until she found her children? Whatever the case, Morana knew what her odds would be if she went the path of a rogue. Until then, I would like to officially join your ranks. I can offer my wisdom in fighting, hunting and ruling. Not that she was saying @Úlla couldn't rule, but it was an offer nonetheless. @Alva"Talk here." && 'Think here.'