PRAGUE
a touch of wicked, pinch of risqué
The silver lioness was never far from the Jungle; even if she hadn't been seen in a decade she could be summoned by the right person. Prague had a knack for staying to herself these days, her time of diplomacy had passed long ago - even though she misses being Queen; mother of the Amazons, she is thankful for the peace now. She hasn't been asked for specifically in what feels like years, especially Miss Prague so her interest is piqued at this.
She could already see the mare if she had chosen to but Prague is rather 'quiet' about her abilities typically, even though most of Beqanna knows them. In truth, the silver mare could read her thoughts and know before she had even thought about actually coming to the jungle but that is work. Work the old mare viewed too tedious. She shifts into a silver lioness, she yawns and her whiskers raise to show her sharp incisors. With a few long strides she can see the mare, mint green and white with a light pink mane and tail - well, she's definitely not hiding anywhere anytime soon. Prague thinks of her blue daughter, the one she killed and of Thaddius, her hot pink son. She isn't sure what exactly had happened in her womb; she always strived for normalcy but couldn't be bothered to change them back. Prague moves quietly in the underbrush of the Jungle, circling around the mare to approach her from behind. Prague can smell her better now, she's a younger girl and she can't really pick up on any particular scents. With a few steadying movements the lioness is up on her pads, her tail flipping to keep her balance and then she lunges. She lands right in front of the girl, a growl comes out and she then sits. "Who are you and what are you calling on me for?" she hisses, then yawns; she really is harmless most of the time. "I'm Prague, if you haven't gathered that."
With that, she lifts her paw and cleans it stretching out her razor sharp nails.