Tyka shook her head, clearing her thoughts about the pretty stone.
"Fish, you know those slimy floppy things," She said, remembering how happy her mom was when they lifted the ban of sea foods, "It's one of the only meats anyone can eat."

"Oh. Liana see'd in market." She nodded, gently releasing Tyka now.

"They are our only food source now," The lion said sadly leading them to a huge room.
The room was sand colored. With huge walls and and a marble floor. There was a huge table in the room with a map of all the lands on it, all surrounded by chairs. In one chair was a lioness with huge scars all over her body.

Liana held in a gasp as she saw the scars and felt very very sad and guilty about them.

"Hello little lioness," The lioness called gesturing to one of the many seats, "Take a seat, don't worry, we don't bite."
Tyka sat down across from the lioness, pushing a seat over so Liana could sit down. She was curious of how the lioness had gotten her scars but it would be rude to ask.

Liana pleasantly sat close to Tyka. Her kitty tail was curled close and kitty ears twitching a little.

"My name is Vyla, I am one of the huntresses that watch over my pride. Times are growing hard and we are having trouble surviving. We hope that you bring help and knowledge that could help our pride survive," Vyla said watching Tyka and Liana.
Tyka said nothing, she knew mostly nothing about the world around her. But her mother had taught her how to catch fish. She remembered sitting in the small yard they had as her mom taught her how to make her own fishing rod and how to fish. Tyka frowned, she missed her mom. She hoped she was doing well.

Liana tilted her head. She felt she wanted to help but pretty much couldn't, she was an alley cat. She didn't really know to much that could help a pride survive, and it didn't seem like many liked lions by how mean those two guards where to Tyka. She wanted to bite them till they had black bruises all over and where groaning in pain. Thats mostly as dark as she could think.

"I know a bit," Tyka offered standing up.
She walked over to a pile of supplies in the corner and looked up, asking with her eyes if she could show Vyla what she could do. The lioness nodded and Tyka went to work. In a couple of minutes she was holding a fishing rod, it wasn't the best, but it was still something.

The halfie gave a soft clap, thinking that it was cool Tyka could make something like that. She was used to using any scrap metals or things to make small weapons to keep herself safe in alleys, she liked to call them her sharpy palls.