Always a heavy hand like that... she gave her father a hug and this time a kiss on the cheek - his circle-mates be damned what they think of that.<br/><br/>"Make sure I get a map okay?" she said, smiling "Now I'll go get some supplies..."<br/><br/>And that she was out, standing a bit taller outside her father's presence, grinning as the lioness worked her way to the scouting tent, after a stop by her own to pick up her pack.  Food, warm bedroll, lightweight tent, winter blanket... that should be good!  Now just had to go get her map, see if her father planned to spare any men - though she suspected not - and then she figured she'd be off on a long, cold journey...