Faraji looked at her a bit confused. “Well, I assume we were something called ‘drunk’, where we can not remember what happened,” he gave her a once over, “And we ended up naked and smelling bad. I think there may be a shirt big enough for you to just wear. Many of the women inside do no where pants, just long shirts...”
Eshe found the smell quickly. It was a tent thing, like a human burrow, but it was flimsy and would often not be there for long periods of time. She crouched down on her legs, like she was still a lion and surveyed the campsite. No humans were close by at the moment, but they always returned when you least wanted them too.
“I suggest we wait until they get back,” she looked back at the twins, “Unless you both have another idea?” Lioness worked well together. It was how they hunted, how they lived. So it was not unusual to be friendly towards one another.