Zephyr watched from the very back of the crowd. She shouldn't be here in reality, but she wanted to see what all the hubbub was about. Her white coat glistened in the sun and she felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb, but didn't think anyone noticed her from way in the back. 
Admittedly, she was a little jealous of the pride-landers, but she had never really fit in so she had left as a teen. Being on her own wasn't so bad either, though. She watched as the new cub was lifted up, and she found herself lowering her head in respect.