Narinder was feeling a bit lonely. He didn’t talk with the other cult members much and he never talked to his siblings. He didn’t even want to be in the same room as them. The lamb had been going on more crusades lately and not really paying much attention to Narinder. Which he normally didn’t care but lately he has been feeling more lonely and isolated, which he thought he would be used to by now, but he didn’t want to admit that he wanted attention.

Today was a sunny day with barely any clouds. Narinder was sitting in a large tree that could hold his weight and probably more. He was lost in thought as he just fidgeted with a small twig with his claws. The many leaves on the branches of the tree gave him shade from the sun, it was warm out but not too hot.