Zephyr had left the comfort of her home to go to an outcropping that you could see the pride lands from. The grass was truly greener on the other side. She sat and watched as some females hunted a Hurd of gazelle, knowing she was just barely visible in all likelihood and even if she was, the wouldn't do anything to her, she was well inside rouge territory. Watching them hunt was like watching the synchronized flight patterns of the birds, there was purpose and direction, harmony with one another as they stalked their prey. She decided to sit and watch and see if they got anything.